I was eating leftovers yesterday and not really enjoying it (it was Minnesota wild rice soup, but I had added too much kale). I kept slogging through until it hit me, Duh, I don’t have to keep eating.
So I dumped the rest down the garbage disposal and refuse to feel guilty for all the starving children in Africa who wouldn’t have eaten my yucky soup, either.
I didn’t waste the calories on bad food.
I should have realized this earlier, because it’s like how I’ve been with my reading lately, I don’t have time to waste on a book that doesn’t interest me. There are lots of books that I ought to read, or that are well-written, but if the story doesn’t resonate with me for whatever reason, I don’t have to finish reading it!
How about you? Do you finish your food and your books?