On a social media thread far, far away, somebody mentioned that he controlled his eating by thinking of how much work it would take to work off each set of 100 calories in food.
I’m not a calorie counter, but was glad that worked for him. Then I wrote,
To count my food in calories,
Is death by bites and small degrees;
I eat to live, but find great joy
In equal parts in sausage and soy.