Today's "ah-ha moment" came while talking to my dog.
THE SCENE: Me, eating a cookie; Beverly, begging.
BEVERLY (if she could talk): C'mon, mommy, gimme some of that.
ME (really talking): No, Beverly. In addition to breakfast and dinner, you already had cheese today, and chicken, and a little bit of a pickle.
BEVERLY: Pickle, schmickle—look how good I'm being. I'm well-behaved, not being obnoxious. Just gimme a tiny bite.
ME: Beverly, I said no. And it's only because I love you and don't want you to get fat. Perhaps if someone loved me as much as I love you, I wouldn't overeat either.