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Too Much of a Good Thing Should Be Better–Right?

I was reading the Southern Living blog. On it, there was a photo of a great big casserole topped with melted cheese. And the title was something like:  Casseroles for a crowd. I don’t ever need a crowd to make a casserole. In fact, I could eat one of twenty-five cheesy baked casseroles rotated in succession every day for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy. Maybe a salad. With a side of bread. And dessert. Because it’s delicious. But it’s not good for me or for any of us. If anyone is seeking truth, this might be a good truism: All the really good things are bad if you have/do it too much. Good food, alcohol, sex (I know, I said it out loud), sleep. You get the picture. So, in the scheme of what we like and want, we must use self-control, or often self-deprivation to stay healthy,  both physically and mentally. Even then, our bodies and minds can go haywire. God, Karma, the Force, someone–or something, is making sure we don’t …