Do you remember a time when you indulged in something you loved but listened to a voice inside your head that told you to stop. You listened to your inner knowing telling you that you were almost full; full of ice cream (a spoonful as a taste brought you close to the bottom of the carton) or a full day in the sun at the beach brought you close to sun poisoning and a painful burn.  What made you stop before you were more than FULL? How might you have been grateful that you listened to that part of you?  Write about this experience.