The cheeseburger can’t force itself down your throat with a few handfuls of french fries in tow. It needs your cooperation. So in this way, you’re the threat. My point is we need protection from ourselves, not from diabolical ground beef and potato sticks, and that’s what self-control is for. It’s for relaxing the muscles, slowing the heart rate, elongating the breaths, and buying some time to think about what we really want to do next.
