After 32 hours of travel time we finally arrived in South Africa. I don’t know if it is the excessive salt consumption on the plane or sitting for so many hours but I couldn’t get my shoes back on when we landed in Johannesburg. I had to loosen them up quite a bit and that only moved me into the mild discomfort box. We check into a sweet hotel and decided since we didn’t work out that we should eat the most paleo unfriendly meal we could find. Bad pizza finished I decided since I was sort of on vacation that I deserved a piece of pie. It turned out to be the worst piece of chocolate cheesecake I have ever tasted. EVER! This brings me to the point of this post. First a little more detail is in order. I was stuffed on pizza and unsure if I could eat dessert even if it was incredible but I was just in one of those moods where I wanted sweet things and I’d be damned if I was going to let a little thing like a distended belly stop me. We all have those moments. The ones where you think to yourself “I am not hungry at all” as you put another bite of food in your mouth or when the sugar jones come on and you are looking into your cupboard wondering if cocoa powder and half and half blended with ice cubes will taste anything like chocolate ice cream. I was in that place. I ordered the dessert and when I took a bite the first thought that came into my head was “did she say chalk or chocolate?”. Genuinely the worst cheese cake ever and I wasn’t even hungry. I was at a crossroads. I didn’t need the sugar, the dairy, the anything and at the same time I hate to waste food. It may have felt a little worse because I was actually dining on the continent that parents like to throw at their children when they won’t eat their food. I didn’t have to think about what some child in Africa would do. I could walk two blocks from the restaurant and find out if I were so inclined. I took another bite and decided it wasn’t worth it. I rolled it up in a napkin and stuck inside my doggie bag determined to throw it away as soon as I got home. It never made it home because three blocks from the restaurant a dude was begging for food and asked if he could have my leftovers. I promptly handed them over and as I walked away I was wondering if he was going to enjoy the cheesecake. In my mind I hoped he finished the pizza and moved onto the cheesecake only to spit it out declaring it to be unsuitable for his refined palate. The thing I wanted you guys to think about was what you do in those moments when you have moved past enough. Why do we keep consuming even though the it is another presentation of the law of diminishing returns? What is the trade off between wasting what we don’t want and consuming what we don’t need?