I run a small cafe, so I’m around warm bread and broken cookies all day. I’ve always been the cheerful guy who tastes everything and calls it quality control. My annual labs came back with a number my doctor didn’t like, and for the first time the pastry tray felt less like a perk and more like a trap. Not dramatic — I just realized I was eating a full extra meal in tiny bites across the shift. For the last three weeks I’ve been making myself one real lunch and sitting down for it, even if it’s just leftovers in the office. The odd part: I still taste the food, but I’m not polishing off the day-old stuff on autopilot. Anyone else had a lab result do the emotional work that willpower never could?
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