Concerning food, I don’t think anyone takes lessons to heart. Yes, we may learn lessons, but we don’t apply them. Come to anything else, If we mess up, we don’t do it again, or do it again, but smarter.
If I oversleep, and the rest of my day is spent hiding because I’m wearing two different shoes, and my hair is sticking out in mathematically impossible angles. I’ll be sure to never oversleep again. Or next time I oversleep, be smarter about it, like wearing a my Disney’s Mickey Mouse ears to cover my hair and distract people from my feet
If I insult my brother and he cries and tells my mother who gets annoyed at me, I’d learn to be a little more subtle and smarter in my insults. Use bigger words, give them in smaller increments so he doesn’t notice them that much, but I still get the satisfaction.
If I lend my sister my sweater and she stretches is out, I’ll learn to never lend her a sweater again…or to buy sweaters that she wouldn’t be caught dead in…or make her lose weight…or lend her sweater I don’t particularly like, and when she stretches it, make her keep it, while I rationalize buying a new wardrobe.
If I experiment with purple eye shadow, and my friends want to know what door I walked into; I will not be wearing purple anymore, or find more supportive friends
However, if I eat a combination of cupcakes, cheesecake, ice coffee, taco chips and salsa, Dougies, and Fresca, and spend the night clutching my stomach in agony; I WILL do it again
If I eat 3 franks, 2 doughnuts, Hawaiian fruit punch, twerps and saltines, and I enjoy the remainder of the evening by burping up frank and doughnut residue, I WILL do it again.
If I eat cereal and milk for breakfast, and then they bring out the pancakes topped with ice cream, I will eat a second breakfast, maybe even a third. I will annoy all my friends, telling them.
“Oh my gosh I ate so much. I feel so gross, Why didn’t you stop me….”
And I WILL do it again.
If refreshments is MASSIVE homemade oatmeal raisin cookies, I will eat six of them. I will dunk each bite into milk a la nursing home style. I will hoard a few more for later. I will complain how my stomach is starting to show, and that my mother would kill me if I gained weight in camp, but I WILL do it again.
If I drink three expressos at 11 o’clock at night, and wonder why I can’t fall asleep, and consequently eat Ike and Sam popcorn, Stella Dora Shtreimel cookies, trail mix, Raisin Bran, pretzel crisps, mustard, a banana, and cottage cheese to satisfy my boredom, and then make best friends with the toilet trying to throw it all up…I WILL do it again.
The simple explanation is that food is that good, and we are that weak.