It takes me two months to remember how awful I feel after eating the lunch special at the Indian place right next to my office. Every time I return to work after lunch and hold my stomach for the next three hours, vowing to remember the roiling in my packed stomach and vowing to never again eat there. Then, a couple month later, the restaurant I want to visit is full and I think, "Oh, I'll just grab Indian." And I promise myself, "I won't eat the whole portion this time." Then I finish half of it, and think, "Well, no point in taking this home," and then I power through all that's left. But this time, right now, I'm going to remember how I feel. I vow it.