Food compulsion isn't a character disorder; it's a chemical disorder.
I hate television. I hate it as much as peanuts. But I can't stop eating peanuts.
Our body has this defect that, the more it is provided care and comforts, the more needs and desires it finds.
You know, we think about addiction as a morally reprehensible choice, but addicts act crazy because, in a way, that they are.
I know I can eat a lot. Normally, at home, I finish my steak, eat the rest of my fiancee's steak, and think about eating the two that are still left on the grill. I just can't stop eating.
I've always loved donuts. I can't go near one or eat one, because then I'm just done for. I always want more.
Gluttony is harder than it looks. It's listed as a sin, as something you give in to, when really it's a skill, requiring not just hunger but resilience. That's why the most resilient city in the country, New Orleans, is also the most gluttonous.
Even the most fickle are faithful to a few bad habits.
Sugar is like a drug. If I have one bite, I need to eat it all. I can eat an entire panettone in one sitting.
I became hugely overweight and then hated myself because it was a form of self-abuse, something over which I had no control. I think the thing compulsive over-eaters want to achieve is that stuffed-full Christmas afternoon feeling.
There is a quality of selfishness that is associated with an individual when they are in the depths of addiction.
