When a cheat is justifiable....
This past weekend, I bought a 25-ound box of peaches. Far too many for me so I gave a bag of peaches to my elderly neighbors across the street. Tonight, after a dinner of buffalo roast and carrots with butter, my doorbell rings. It's the lady from across the street with two squares of fresh peach cobbler, with large dollops of whipped cream and fresh raspberries on top.
You bet I ate the cobbler.
Luckily, I have a friend rooming with me for the week, so I gave him the large piece of cobbler and I ate the slightly smaller piece.
I've been PB since early April, this is the 4th time I've had grain since then. Considering that I am 99% compliant, I do not feel a bit of guilt about the cobbler. In fact, it was such a nice feeling of community (not common in Las Vegas, I tell you) that I think the positive mental effects outweigh the very occasional neighborly treat.
So, do you have an example of not being compliant and it not mattering a bit to you? What was the occasion?
Because if you didn't know, of that is life made: only of moments; Don't lose the now.