according to research scientists, humans are wired to mercilessly ravage the buffet table due to their genetic predispositions. it's our body's way of taking in different forms of minerals and vitamins from as many edible sources as possible. that was in the early years, somehow, our body have yet to evolve past the compulsion to gobble down the food visible to our naked eye. given this fact, i pondered a while if the power of my mind and will could overcome my genetic wiring. it works for anorexics, so why not me? so, i thought i'd give it a try. it was sort of a little form of clinging to the very tiny bit of discipline amidst the topsyturviness of my daily life. it was marvellous. everyday, without fail, i would eat the same meal that i had bought from a rather deliciously enticing food stall near my workplace. everything was normal. same food. same appetite. everything was pleasantly normal - that is, until the second week. when my wandering eyes were mesmerised by the alluring sight and smell of the exotic thai restaurant somewhere across my usual food source. the next thing i knew, i was sipping ravenously at the tom yam soup. it was like a memory lapse. one moment, i was standing infront of the stall whence i religiously bought and enjoyed my chicken salad and green tea (very fresh, vibrant working gal type), and the next i was ravaging on my lecherous bowl of soup. as i lift my head in despair, making myself face the dutiful, nutritious chicken salad that i tossed aside for the lesser nutritional value dish, i'm filled with deep shame.