The resistance to abandon myself to gluttony gets smaller with every bite. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the opulence of the feast it’s just that I try to feel my internal measurement of fullness. I think it’s so ironic to eat so much of the good stuff until your whole body feels like a greasy, sugary mess. Nevertheless I really try to relax and recover myself from work. Part of the deal is not to think about everything I should or shouldn’t eat.