I have reached that point in my afternoon, where I would love a hot steaming cup of sweet, milky coffee and a bar of chocolate. I am tired. I am stressed. I have a mountain of work to get through, and two hours in which to do it in and I cannot focus.
All I can think about is that sweet, milky, steaming cup of coffee, and that bar of chocolate. Even just one, tiny little piece will do.
I must not give in.