Even though the smell of chicken from across the hallway tempts me, I fight the temptation.

At this very moment, the smell of chicken is trying to invade my front door. It's been exactly 48 hours since I decided to diet, but the upstairs and next-door neighbors' menu choices are truly brutal. Perhaps it's because it's winter, but I can feel my body craving fat. I swallowed hard and absentmindedly glanced in the mirror, and I saw something even more horrifying. Instead of losing weight and looking slimmer, I was exhausted and the freckles around my cheekbones seemed to have darkened. Those reckless habits of wandering around in the cold wind without even applying sunscreen during the day were finally taking their revenge tonight. My desperate desire to nibble on a chicken leg vanished, replaced by a sobering consideration of how to eradicate these blemishes. While I often mistakenly believe winter's UV rays are weaker, the glare from the sun and indoor lighting can't be ignored. Ultimately, I've concluded that deleting the delivery app and spending the money on another freckle-control product would be better for my mental health and skin. Clear skin tone is more important than chicken fat, but I almost forgot about it. Seeing how every single one of my daily habits is reflected on my skin, I feel like closing my eyes and going to sleep is the best way to start taking care of my skin at this hour. The smell keeps me awake, but the thought of my face tomorrow morning with yet another blemish on it makes me snap back to my senses. Instead of eating chicken, I'm choosing to say goodbye to blemishes forever. How are you all enduring this painful night?