No better reason to restart this exercise in self-observation, than this article in the Atlantic, on the secretly piggedly natures of foodies. Here's B.R. Myers quoting Todd Kliman from one of the Best Food Writing anthology:
I watched tears streak down a friend’s face as he popped expertly cleavered bites of chicken into his mouth … He was red-eyed and breathing fast. “It hurts, it hurts, but it’s so good, but it hurts, and I can’t stop eating!” He slammed a fist down on the table. The beer in his glass sloshed over the sides. “Jesus Christ, I’ve got to stop!”Back to a more disciplined habit of consumption with me. We'll start with lunch.
