In any case, I gradually got the hang of it. I got the knack. I gave up almost all of the foods I used to eat, and then I learned to accept the loss. This is the crucial part, you see, this is where the proverbial rubber hits the road—the acceptance. I learned to accept the discomfort of hunger. I learned how to measure and weigh the portions, how to skip meals when necessary. I learned how to not eat, and I don’t mind telling you that it was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done.
(What you want you must choose, and what you choose, you must give priority. This is one of my most deeply held beliefs. Right up there with Everybody has to take a beating sometime, (and I am not talking about the nice beatings). And Everyone pays, even for the things they didn’t do.)
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