Another attempt to banish the ideas of “good” and “bad” when it comes to food. You would not believe the guilt spirals I’ve sent myself into over a piece of cake or some pizza. It’s ridiculous. You’d think I was out punching babies or something. It’s a piece of damn pizza, not a war crime.
The best part is that those kinds of self-recriminations usually send me to the kitchen looking for caloric comfort, which means they’re utterly, completely counter-productive. So, I have no use for you any longer, food-related guilt trips. If I don’t feel great about something I ate from now on, it is what it is, and I’ll just try to make a different choice the next time, instead of beating myself up about it.
Originally that last panel was just a plain old orphanage, but then I decided that a Puppy Orphanage was simultaneously less offensive and also more funny. Although that doesn’t really explain why the puppies are crying like human children, you can chalk that up to laziness.