I feel like one of those kids in the marshmallow test.
It's been so hot the last few days that I've really had a hard time not having ice cream for dinner. Ice cream is tasty. It's cold. It requires no preparation. Having it for dinner feels a little reckless. It's fun!
It's not on my diet.
If I don't have the ice cream, later I can enjoy the satisfaction of knowing that I stuck to my diet.
Do I choose the instant gratification of ice cream or the deferred adult reward of having done the right thing?
Who can tell?
Plus, they keep talking about Vienna and the spy swap that happened there today. When I think about Vienna all I can see in my mind is a huge, beautiful pile of whipped cream!