Oh, totally. I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that I'd been baking a lot for a charity bake sale; I ended up with several dozen mini-bundts stuffed with Swiss Meringue Buttercream and covered in chocolate. They were amazing (if I say so myself), and I had a few too many of them over the course of that week because how often do I actually eat stuff like that--not just a regular dessert, but an especially rich and caloric one? So I notice the waistband is getting a little snugger than usual, and I say, "Ohhkay, that's it, then," and...that's it. No more cakes. Smaller servings for a couple of weeks until the scale gets back to normal. It's not hard. It's not a big deal. It's not really something I even have to think about. That's why it drives me nuts when fats say things like, "I'd rather enjoy life," or act like to lose weight they'd have to give up everything they love and eat nothing but dry toast and kale. That annoys the fuck out of me, because it's such a stupid, sneering way to justify their own greed. It's not either/or. It's why I often talk about such things here, because I know we have piggy lurkers and they should know that thin people enjoy food, too; they don't have some monopoly on dessert, and their bullshit "I don't want to give up all the foods I enjoy" justification for staying fat is just as stupid as their other justifications. Lots of us enjoy cake or ice cream or pastries or french fries or whatever else (I know some of us here don't, but some of us do). We're just more careful about it, and when we notice we've been indulging too much, our response is not to shrug and keep letting the waistband get tighter until it's time to shrug and buy a bigger size, but to put down the fork/throw away the uneaten donuts/stop baking more of the damn tempting delicious cakes.  I'd rather have the permanent satisfaction of being thin and healthy, able to walk miles without needing a break, and as a bonus looking great in my clothes, than keep indulging in that three minutes of pleasure from eating a cake, over and over like one of those rats who keeps pushing the "cocaine" lever. Especially since I still have that three minutes, I just don't have it four times a day every day.  And I probably enjoy those three minutes an awful lot more than a fat, because it's not something I do all day every day.