This year, I decided to embrace the art of excess with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store—quite literally. When it came to food, desserts, or whatever edible delight crossed my path, I went all in. Picture this: I ate until walking felt like an Olympic sport (yes, I might be exaggerating a bit). I once found myself at a French fry buffet and ate until I was practically gasping for air. In a single hour, I devoured the hearts of two massive watermelons. Oh, and let’s not forget the two bags of marshmallows I inhaled. And, well... there was that one day I, um, got a bit carried away in other non-food-related activities—seven times, to be exact (oops, not really relevant here, but worth noting). I even went hiking for three days straight—again, not food-related, but somehow it felt right. And of course, I indulged in more cheesecakes, sugar donuts, and sugary treats than I can recall—probably because I was on a sugar high the whole time.
Now, looking back, I realize this binge-fest was probably my way of taming some deep-seated, primal cravings—let’s call them “cannibalistic instincts”—that were gnawing at me. But in truth, I think I was simply trying to create the perfect excuse to dive headfirst into my programming projects with zero distractions. After all, when you're stuffed to the brim with fries and marshmallows, the only thing left to do is code like your life depends on it.
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