At the age of 16, I came out of my 'Fat Suit'. I starved myself --- literally starved myself to the point where my gut corroded with acid --- to lose 20 kilos of a seal's weight that I was carrying on my body. There comes a time when you have to stop listening to Mom who keeps telling you you're the most beautiful girl in your school. So, that happened. And then --- after I evolved as a hot mess [of course my brains were still warped!] --- I spiraled into a lifelong phobia that even breathing in a lung full of air will show a 666 of the Devil on my weighing scale! I mean this --- I was living in Karachi --- and I was starving! I was munching whole wheat toasts and drinking Moong Dal for the love of God! Everybody sat in the cafeteria and ate Biryani and I use to breathe it in through my nostrils and prayed my stomach won't feel anything. Sometimes, 2 chicken nuggets would suffice for lunch. And then I moved to Maryland and Starbucks happened. That's unfair! It's like you put Juliet in front of Romeo and go "She's pretty right? Leave her alone!" That's when I allowed myself ---
--- The Bite Size Rule ---You only live [as a non-diabetic] once! Eating a bite of something sinfully delicious is no crime! But be careful you don't use that rule on too many things the same day! You don't have to hog down the whole box of chocolates to enjoy them, you don't have to eat a big slice of cake to know how killer awesome it was, and you don't need to buy a Venti size frappuccino at Starbucks, okay? Life can be enjoyed bite size.
Of course the one French fry you eat comes to haunt you during your PMS! You feel that suddenly all the fat on your body is because of that one French fry you ate a decade ago. Breathe. Unless you want to break down Trunchbull mode on something devastatingly delicious in a moment of weakness, please allow yourself the luxury of enjoying the bite size.