Biscuit

I ate a biscuit, big whoop. Right?
Well, I ate it even though I didn't want it.
I didn't want it to go to waste so I ate it. It was awful. Made to taste like a powdery hockey puck. The thing is, I was going to waste the remaining four anyways. There was no way I would eat the remaining by myself or feed anyone else with them.
But I still ate one. It upset my stomach. It also messed up my day in food. Too much fat, trans fat, refined wheat etc etc.

Mostly, it tasted bad. If I had waited two seconds and thought about it, I would have known I didn't want it. But I ate it so quickly, I didn't even have time to complete a thought.
I wonder if I've been doing this a lot, eating food really quickly so that I don't think about whether I even need it.

There were many reasons I ate that atrocity:
don't waste all of them
don't waste that last bite/half
want something sweet/salty/spicy
eat it because I've gotten used to the mouthfeel.

There's just one reason to not eat it:
It tastes bad.

Next time, I'll remember that.