Inflamed, not Triggered

For morning energy, she went to Starbucks for a coffee milkshake, adding 800 calories to keep her puffy arms and belly fully inflated, a satisfied look of subversion on her face when no one could stop her indulgence.

Low-fat organic soy milk topped it off, with a cookie, cupcake, or muffin for fiber. This wasn't energy for an hour of swimming or vigorous exercise, just a swarm of calories before another day of doing nothing.

The body is agitated by sugar bombs and begins swelling as the organs desperately struggle to ameliorate the excess sugar by storing it away as fat. The liver is taxed beyond capacity, unable to mediate sufficiently with insulin, and the whole organism tries to hold off eventual collapse into diabetes by pushing towards obesity as a last ditch, least worst effort to segregate the imposed surplus.

Devoted addicts might say they are unconsciously coping with some psychological problem, but could anyone believe a milkshake every morning is compatible with health, or is sensible sustenance to start the day?

They don't just suffer from lack of self-control; they are delusional about reality, which includes diet, health, and the implications of what they do to themselves.