So I love my oatmeal. I save it as my last meal of the day because it sits so nicely in my stomach as I go to bed and soothes me right to sleep.
Tonight as I was eating oatmeal, a bit fell onto the ground. So I picked it up and was going to eat it - just had to pick that one stray dog hair off of it. And then I stopped and said "eew - what the hell are you doing?"
One month ago I totally would have eaten that piece of oatmeal [after picking out the hair]. I never would have even stopped to think about how gross that is. I decided tonight that I didn't have to. I'm not sure if it's progress, but it sure is a tiny bit less gross.
