There is one thing we all have a tendency to do in life and that is things which are not good for us. Perhaps some of this was covered in Coffee or was supposed to be but there is not always a cohesion between the initial idea for this and what it evolves into. Currently my eyes are struggling not to feel heavy, my back is slouched and my belly is bursting. I ate too much for dinner. I knew as I piled the food on to my plate that I had too much and while on some occasions the realisation that the sun would likely rise in the morning with me still alive to witness it, and therefore need another meal to sustain me, would result in me taking what I needed and putting aside for the next day what I don’t; tonight was not one of them. What was clear was that I had too much food and I knew that but I did it anyway and as I ate I experienced the uncomfortable sensation of overeating. I didn’t stop.
Over the years I have heard various suggestions on what is enough food for someone to eat. They say your mind does something magical and will help your stomach to adapt to what is on your plate, seconds are therefore not advised as the stomach is not prepared. They say the stomach is the size of your fist. They say you should fill your stomach three quarters and leave the final quarter for air. They say a lot. Ultimately we instinctively know what is too much, what is good or bad for us, but we embrace what will damage us anyway. I read once that a lack of sleep can lead to us making bad decisions and one thing highlighted was food. When we are tired we crave foods we may not if we’re fully rested. My diet is not bad, if I am tired I do sometimes crave junk food, importantly I don’t believe that is because I’m feeling lazy to cook properly. That also doesn’t mean it is down to a lack of sleep though. Regardless I, we, know better. We know we are killing ourselves yet we do it anyway. Death by gluttony, it’s a real thing check it out, one of only seven authentic ways to die of sin apparently.