Most of us think of denial as a state of being. Having opposition to some truth that is injuring us that we are not willing to be honest with ourselves about. My wife might say:
"Eroc, you're addicted to cereal. It's a problem! You really need to stop, I love you!"
Then I might say:
"No, I am not addicted. I just love the sugary milky goodness of breakfast dessert at all times of the day!"
Then she retorts "3 bowls after 10 p.m.! That is not okay!"
Also, true story. That actually happened. I wonder why I can't get my lower abs back. Well that's probably a good reason. If we are what we eat then I am various meats and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Lots of it. Or Berry Colossal Crunch (Walmart brand, way better than Cap'n, doesn't tear up the top of your mouth). So comes the lesson that I must learn time and time again. Sometimes you must deny yourself. When I look back denied meant Dikembe Mutombo tossing people and wagging the finger. "No, no, no"