Okay. I'm not absolutely positive I should be telling you this, because I didn't know it when I started changing my life to lose weight. I'm slow, I guess, because it is, when I think about it, a no-brainer.
You know how wonderful it is to overeat? I mean, seriously, to enjoy your food and have a big feast at Christmas or Thanksgiving. Watching football through your eyelids because you're too full to look at the TV screen. Or those wonderful lunches with your girlfriends, when you all goad each other into getting desserts to share. You know—you take the chocolate mousse, I'll take the creme brulee, and Sue will take the tiramasu and we'll share! Or when you go to your mom's house and she plops a second helping of mashed potatoes on your plate with a big slab of "I can't believe it's not butter" in the middle and just a lake of roast beast gravy. "Eat, eat, don't ya love me anymore, ya look so thin!"
I can hear Homer Simpson right now. "Donuts!"
But, sadly, I can't do that any more. It's not the diet; you can always cheat on a diet (and in fact I recommend it—more on that later), but I can't, physically, overeat. This was a huge surprise to me—if there was something I could always do it was eat, but now, well, I just can't do it any more. No more clean plate club for you!
Weird, huh? So give it some thought.
That creme brulee picture is from avlxyz. Oh, I can still eat creme brulee. Just not after a huge dinner.
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