Moments after a wonderful meal, even though I feel respectably full or gluttonously engorged, I still have room to eat dessert.  If I’m really full from dinner, and the thought of eating one more bite of my veggies seems impossible, it feels possible to finish off a slice of chocolate cake.

Aside from the fact that I need to change my eating habits, why does it seem like there’s always room for dessert?  Is there a special compartment in the stomach for the sweet stuff?

Topics: chocolate, desserts, gluttony, not weight watchers, fat pants are now my skinny jean