Oh Tony, I have to share too that back in my 30s I was a huge ice cream fan. At that time, I lived about 1000 meters from a Baskin-Robbins (rather prevalent American ice cream retailer).
It became very routine that I would end my evening with a medium sized shake. I think that is probably when I started to pack on the pounds too.
So one particular midweek night at home I thought, “Well, time to head out and get a shake.” Then I thought instead that I should not - I don’t neeeed a shake - I certainly have willpower to refrain for one night. And I plopped my butt back on the couch.
Some few minutes later I found myself standing at the front door, with shoes on and car keys in hand with absolutely no idea how I got from the couch to that point. That is when I realized I had just kinda blacked out; and, while my consciousness was absent, some kind of ice cream seeking demon had taken over. That was the moment I recognized the power of cravings.