I was always useless at sticking to the rules. I didn’t eat less, I just pushed food into these weird dark corners. While waiting for the kettle to boil I’d throw down the cold chips someone had left on the side after a night out, eat three bowls of cereal in a row. If I broke a rule, I couldn’t stop. Once I’d seen that this whole moral checklist was completely made up and so easily breakable, I couldn’t keep myself from extending entirely beyond its limits. So when I ate a digestive biscuit I had to finish the whole packet.
