LBA not so Anonymous

Hello, my name is Chris and I've been a Last Bite Save for about 27 years now.

I can't begin to explain how many times I've saved a particular bite of dinner, dessert, or other food items til the very last. The promise of a sweet or savory perfect ending to a well thought out meal. The joyous triumph of selecting a bite with all of the greatest flavor combination wrapped into one final package. The nearly orgasmic sensation when you slowly roll the food over all the taste buds on your tongue, almost as if the two are participating in a comic saliva wrestling match. (Okay, maybe that image was a little too much, but that's what the imagination is for.)

But now that I am older and spending time reflecting on personal habits, I find that my Last Bite Addiction permeates other behaviors. Just yesterday, I was shopping for pants. Completely unrelated to eating, or so I thought. Yet, the moment I entered the dressing room, I found myself sorting through the four or five options I had plucked from the clearance rack. I sorted them based on whether I just happened to like them, or had fallen in love with them at first sight. Guess which ones went to the back of the rack. I didn't notice until I tried on all the other pairs of pants, but the pair I saved for last was that pair of charcoal grey trousers that sparked a natural desire upon first sight. "Holy shit.", I exclaimed to myself, having realized that this Last Bite Addiction was becoming a way of life.

At least when I tried on the pants, they fit like a charm and I didn't have to face my fear of placing them on the merchandise restocking rack. Instead I marched toward the register in that joyous state of triumph similar to saving a final bite of cheesecake to finish a four course meal.

So tonight I write my story in hopes that I may provoke others to limit themselves in the dangerous habit of Last Bites and the possible life altering addiction it may lead to. I know I'm not the only one out there like this, but I also won't name names. If you suffer, or savor at times, this terrible way of life, please leave more insight to those naysayers out there.

However, Emery brought up the point that her grandmother who lived in California would offer up these words of advice: "Don't save the best bite for last, you never know when an earthquake will come."