I don't know how many of you read the post about "The Science of Appetite" that talked about our caveman ancestors who gave us some of our bad habits about binging, but I've been thinking a lot about it. I've decided to name my hunger pangs The Caveman. That way when he comes gnawing at my insides just because it's lunch time, I can have a conversation with him. "Caveman, I know it's you. I know you think I need to eat so I won't starve when food is scarce. But Buster, there's plenty of food to go around now and I don't need you telling me to gorge myself." Today, he listened. It's a lot more fun that the "Woe is me! I'm starving" response that I usually take.
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