# The 80/20 Rule When people say “everything in moderation,” this is what they *should* mean. I like to eat. Like, I REALLY like to eat. Most people are either shocked or low-key offended when they watch me put down food. **“Damn, you can put it away!”** or **“Bro… save some for everybody else.”** But honestly— What’s the point of life if you can’t sip a cold lemonade while baking in the sun? What’s the point if you can’t crush a giant bowl of pasta and annihilate a bag of breadsticks? What’s the point if you can’t eat an entire Papa Murphy’s pizza while watching *Lord of the Rings* on an autumn afternoon? There wouldn’t BE a point. If carbs and sugar didn’t exist, humanity would lose the will to continue. Carbs are life. So what do you do? **Option A:** Live a life of “discipline” and quiet desperation, white-knuckling your cravings while pretending everything’s fine. **Option B:** Say “fuck it,” indulge all the time, gain weight, feel like shit, and *still* live a quiet life of desperation. **Or Option C:** Live with focus, commitment, and discipline—but in a way that lets you enjoy life’s pleasures *without* falling into that same desperation. I pick C. That’s my move. For me, diet isn’t about restriction—it’s about *strategy.* I plan to eat the foods I want so I actually enjoy them [[Dopamine Reference|more]] when I do. Every day is like going to work: I eat the foods I *need* to eat. And believe it or not, eating healthy gets easier—and actually tastes better—the fitter you get. Then once a week, I eat some garbage. So it's more like the 86/14 rule. I look good, I feel good, and pasta still gets to stay in my life. I enjoy it more because I don’t wreck myself with it every day. A man who eats a Snickers every day doesn’t value a Snickers. A man who *rarely* eats a Snickers will practically make love to one when the time comes. **This is the way.** So the next time someone carb-shames (or even protein-shames), remember: there’s usually a solution they’re selling. Whether it’s the vegan pushing magic beans or the keto bro hawking beef tallow—there’s always an agenda. **DON’T BE AN NPC.** Educate yourself on macros. Practice some damn self-control. Put on some Keith Sweat and make sweet love to those Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Your Buh-ro, **David**