Who wants to diet anyway?

There should be more room in my kitchen. It is not fair that I should go in there an reach to get something to munch on and have the thing I want be sitting right beside some kind of weight loss product that is nowhere near as satisfying to the stressed out system as the fattening thing I went in to get with full plans on enjoying it - until I saw the weight loss stuff and remembered I am supposed to be on a diet. So - how do I rebel? Rather than savor the thing I went after I wolf it down in a 'oh yes I can!' protest to the voice saying I can't eat that. ::pounds head on desk:: No satisfaction, and no enjoyment, but all the calories.