The pizza comes and wow! It tastes so good. I thoroughly enjoy it. I get over my sense of guilt and shame, knowing that I usually eat very healthy and am happy that at least it was a whole experience: the friends, the new city, the novelty. And I realize that I still ate in a conscious way, that even though it wasn’t vegan or raw, I thought through my choice, savored it, and that made it special.
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