She thought it was under control until she awoke suddenly that afternoon. The urge she had been figthing took over with the fierce rage of a lion uncagged. At first it scared her, but then she gave in, only to, in the heat of the moment, realize she had, in a few minutes, traded in hours of self-control for an instant of regression. She dropped the can of Pringles to the floor and cursed her Weight Watchers diet.