Had a cheese rapist tell me that portion control doesn't work. So I'm in the lunch beetus room as usual, about to dive into a lovely endive and roasted chicken salad.  It's basically this recipe, except I'd replaced the honey and Gruyère with a blackberry skyr and light Italian dressing.  Also added some heirloom cherry tomatoes from my garden, quartered (they're pretty big) and lightly salted.  We're looking at ~500 calories and ~50g of protein.  Fuckin' A! Anyway, I'm about to mix my dressings together when in walks one of my co-porkers.  I honestly think they do this now just to see what my next reply to "hurdur... another salad, Tuna? ...where's your protein? h'yuk!" is going to be.  Incidentally, this time it was "There's a lot of chicken in here, although I'm sure you didn't recognize it, since it doesn't come deep fried with a side of ranch for dipping".  As always, I ignore the REEEs and measure out two tbsps of light Italian into my skyr, mix it all together, and proceed to toss it on my salad. My co-porker asks why I'm measuring out the dressing, and when told that I like to control the amount of processed food I eat when I'm trying to hit my macros (I've explained macros to this particular cheese rapist before, he still swears that it's all some atkins style bullshit) he proceeds to tell me that portion control doesn't work. He tells me that when one buys 'that low soduim shit', one just ends up using much more of it because it 'tastes like nothing!' (Incidentally, I bought some light/low sodium hot dogs the other day, 'cause I was fucking craving hot dogs, dammit--it's ok, I had them on whole wheat buns... a'hurrr-, and honestly, there was enough sodium in there to make me feel like I was tonguing Poseidon's sweaty arsehole... further confirming the belief that the grease goblins taste buds are completely over stimulated). I told the pork orc that portion control works just fine if you put the god damn fork down, and close your fucking mouth in a while. So my re-training is coming up soon.  I hope there are fatties in the class.