Eating for pleasure is a trap.
“It’s okay to have it in small portions”.
But it isn’t fucking satisfying.
Then, you have more…
And it isn’t any more satisfying.
Actually, food is never satisfying.
I can’t remember a single time food gave me true, meaningful satisfaction.
True, meaningful satisfaction is when I keep up a whole day of determination, go to bed and realize that I was perfectly disciplined.
Cravings are just emotional moods in disguise.
I must not forget this and manage my moods accordingly.
The fact that I forget it makes me no different to a dog or a pig or any other undisciplined creature.