Satisfaction

Scorching heat
As if I am a withering flower
Sapped of energy

 On the long road between sea and gold
With beads of sweat traveling from my head to my back, picking up fellow passengers, gaining momentum - on their own journey,  I decide to play a game: 

One mini cheddar every 5km.
No more.

 Usually I would just eat the packet in a matter of moments, this packet is being treated with far more caution.

 Placing the flavour-filled biscuit morsel into my salivating mouth I slowly and methodically enjoy. After 1km all flavour has been stripped by my greedy taste buds. The soggy remnant continues to satisfy - in always reducing measures.  Until after 3km it is all gone.

And the 2km of waiting begins.

No matter how hard I try, I cannot make the little baked-not-fried-fellow last the full 5km.  But all doubts evaporate when I reach the 5km mark and a flavour-rich bacon delight gets put into this expectant mouth.

Even my questioning of myself and the stupidity of these games is hushed:

And I am left knowing that restraint will always bring a greater satisfaction than indulgence ever could.