You are what this girl doesn't know she needs

Weight and diets and weight and diets and limits.  These are the things of every new year.  Mi padre is currently trying a juice diet... and I bet him my apartment during grad school that he won't last.

I'm mentally a child.

When you tell me it's off limits, I gotta have it more.
Almost positive I get it from my dad.  Evidence a) he gets super anxious when I start carrying desserts out of the house.

 Do not touch.

What does it feel like?

Cannot have.

Need to have.

May not eat.

I'm going to eat times ten.

New Year's resolutions aren't getting anywhere.

But this totally guilt free (is this even a real concept?) meal is a couscous salad with pomegranates, walnuts, oranges, cilantro, and rosemary-garlic dressing.  A cup of couscous plus fixings lasts like.. three days of lunches.

My baby cousin has a silly way of asking for things:
"I need apple.  I need you.  I need to go upstairs.  I need yogurt."

And now I'm getting sick, help...