Artist Seth Lepore of Losing My Religion: Confessions of a New Age Refugee fame recently discussed 9 weight loss. He remarked that if he were to write a nutrition column it would be called “The Occasional Donut”.
Clearly, Seth is able to “have just one”. Others are not so lucky.
When you overstimulate your brain pleasure centers, your brain adapts by being less responsive, requiring ever more stimulation to achieve positive effects. This is one of the mechanisms of addiction.
What came to your mind when I said “addiction”? Was it drugs? Alcohol? Gambling? Perhaps it hasn’t occurred to you that food can be addictive. A new study shows that it is. Rats fed junk food quickly developed the compulsion to overeat, even when their buffet was paired with electric shocks. When researchers removed their preferred snacks and replaced them with a nutritious diet, the rats refused to eat. In short:
“…[T]he development of obesity coincides with a progressively deteriorating chemical balance in reward brain circuitries. As these pleasure centers in the brain become less and less responsive, rats quickly develop compulsive overeating habits, consuming larger quantities of high-calorie, high-fat foods until they become obese. The very same changes occur in the brains of rats that overconsume cocaine or heroin…”

This rat may have been indulging in more than “The Occasional Donut”.
Bottom line? Everyone’s body reacts differently. You’ll know if you’re one of those fortunate folks who can have a Krispy Kreme once a month – or if the mere scent of Dunkin’ Donuts turns you into a raving, drooling, crackhead. For those of us who fall under the second category, the above study offers validation. It’s not just a matter of willpower, although that’s an important factor. It’s a matter of biochemistry. Seth, enjoy a jelly-filled for me. Oh, and a Boston Creme. And a plain with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. And a cruller, while you’re at it.
There were a couple of remarkable things about this hike. First: 45 mph winds, which almost prevented us from going. Good thing my boyfriend encouraged us to “just get up into the trees”. Second: hummingbirds. Two. Swooping and dive-bombing each other, their wings blurring with their frenetic motion.























