At what point is it just too much cake? When do we determine that we have had enough, despite our body’s ache and desire to have more, our very pores proclaiming its merits and immense deliciousness? What defines that line?
If we haven’t ever thought about it, perhaps we do not have such a line?
Perhaps we will get lucky, so to speak, and find that the cake suddenly doesn’t taste quite so good as expected this time around…, and the next is even worse…, and, eventually, our body stops informing us that it wants the cake, and we only have our brain with which to contend… and, perhaps, that, too, will stop begging, as it adjusts to the distaste of the too much cake…