I had a breakthrough when I expanded my definition of "good" beyond the immediate taste of whatever it is.

How does it make me feel? Right after, ten minutes after, the next morning? This was a big step in getting over my eating disorder, when I connected the appeal of whatever junk I was contemplating with how it made me feel, long term.

Like yesterday, when I wound up eating some potato salad in a group dining situation. Sure enough, my hands hurt the rest of the day. Aside from the nightshade issues, it's also the seed oil in the mayo.

I'll remember that the next time I am tempted.