In high school I was gorging myself during some class activity that included buffalo wings when some of my classmates found out I was not a vegetarian. In the middle of sucking that last bit of juices from cracked cartilage when a friend asked me, shocked, "Zach, I thought you were a vegetarian..."

Hell no, I LOVE food, and cutting anything out is a tragedy. One of my old girlfriend's mother concerned about how slim I am (I haven't gained weight in 5 years, and I only gained 10 pounds in the 5 years before that) and asked my girlfriend if I might have an eating disorder. Her daughter told her the truth: I like food more than sex.

What is the only activity we close our eyes for? Kissing. Have you tried kissing with your eyes open? It's damn wierd. Essentially you have more stimulus for your cognitive processors to deal with. Next time you are eating an exquisite meal try closing your eyes, shut out all thoughts, noises and concentrate on your food. It's incredible. The texture, tastes, and smells become overwhelming. It's why 5-star food is often subtle, not the blowout experience designed to grab your attention at all costs.

Not that there is anything wrong with blowout-attention grabbing food, like wings, which are a bar experience. Listen, I don't gorge myself in a wing-fest every weekend, but cutting out my once-a-year-or-so wing indulgence? Tthat's like cutting out a favorite birthday sex position or something...