I just figured out why I can’t lose any weight. The pleasure center of my brain has been compromised and I blame my mouth. Because I just ate a plastic container full of leftover curry and for the last six bites, I was full, didn’t want any more, but I kept eating. That has mouth written all over it.
My mouth and its minions, the taste buds, are running the show over here. They’ve conquered my nucleus accumbens in a coup, and are giving orders left and right. My stomach could be in full revolt, at death’s door, and the Mouth Cartel just soldiers on, forcing all the other body parts to do its bidding. [Read more…] about My Mouth Runs the Show