Bagel store?

A coworker of mine found me on my break today. "Bagel store?" she asked excitedly. Yes? No? Yes! NO!! I wanted to go SO BAD! I'm a carb junkie. I wanted a bagel. Give me a porkroll, egg, and cheese on a bagel AND an egg bagel with veggie cream cheese. Stat! "You swore to yourself you wouldn't go to the bagel store until Saturday," I reminded myself. So what did I do? I stayed in the building and ate my reduced fat cheez-its. Was I miserable? At the time, yes. When I got home and added my points, I was elated. For me, eating is like impulse shopping. I see it. I eat it. I am so satisfied with the delicious fattening carbohydrates I could burst. And then I see that my pants are actually bursting...at the buttons...and I realize that it was a terrible idea. When I start to get into extreme shopping mode, I need to leave the store for 30 minutes and decide if I really want/need/can afford desired item. I guess it's a similar concept with food, and I'll have to employ that strategy on a regular basis.