Pita Problem

I work out of the house and usually I eat food I cook in my kitchen. On the days I get take out it's usually from a little franchise in LA called California Chicken Cafe'. The rotisserie chicken is decent but I"m pretty much obsessed with the potatoes. In fact, when I am trying to lay off starch I can't go there because I am utterly powerless over the potatoes. They also give you pita bread but I always choose the potatoes and ask them to skip the pita. Unfortunately I get it to go and frequently they throw the pita under the chicken breast anyway. This is where the real discipline comes in. Am I willing to throw the pita out when I get it home? Sometimes...not today. Today I was feeling light vertigo...I had a lot to do...I'd worked out and was hungry and tired...and if God didn't want me to eat the pita then the restaurant would have followed my instructions. Clearly, eating the pita is sanctioned by God and who am I to question the Almighty. It was just pita...not a pizza...not a pint of Ben and Jerry's...just a piece of pita...I had explicitly asked they leave the pita out...I'd done the best I could. And now that I have successfully created a plausible list of excuses I can put it to rest. After all, I have lunch plans elsewhere tomorrow.