There is the stubborn, self-destructive being that is taking over yet again. Although subtle, my own voice can be heard clearly warning me, "You don’t want to eat that." This being even agrees that I don’t want to eat these things, but it doesn’t talk me out of it. Instead it says, "Yeah. So what. Eat it any way!" So, I do.
Then, my voice can be heard on the brink of tears. It urges me to exercise. The being talks me out of that idea as well – without much coaxing I might add.
It had better be gone tomorrow.