You finish the last bite and immediately wonder if there's more. Not because you enjoyed it. Because you didn't feel anything at all.
You used to get something from sweetness. A lift. A pause. A small burst of relief that lasted long enough to matter. Now it barely registers. The first bite disappears. The second one too. By the fifth or sixth, you're still reaching-not for pleasure, but for proof that it used to work.
It's not about being out of control. It's about chasing a feeling that moved further away without you noticing.