As the title says, I think that we have a nice little (or, in most cases, certainly mine, large) supplementary stomach that conveniently holds whatever deliciousness we spot on the dessert counter after we’ve had a nice, hearty meal.
Foods that are high in fat and calories should ideally, ideally, make you full, but I can polish off those pastries like there’s no tomorrow. And I know lots of people who experience the same thing, so I’m not alone.
Which makes me think that all those people who successfully diet are
immortal gods and goddesses people with an extraordinary sense of control.