If my body were a customer waiting to be served at a restaurant, my mind would be that snotty rude and superior waiter who goes anywhere but near this customer. The customer would be dying for food and wave frantically to be noticed, and the waiter would be thinking "Got more important things to do, and looks like this bugger isn't much of a tipper." As a result, the customer would be so hungry he got up and keeled over, and get the waiter's attention finally. I guess I have to take care to notice when the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak et cetera.