Quotes About Self-control

Stop short of your appetite; eat less than you are able.

One sits the whole day at the desk and appetite is standing next to me. "Away with you," I say. But Comrade Appetite does not budge from the spot.

There is a difference between eating and drinking for strength and from mere gluttony.

Fasting of the body is food for the soul.

Preach not to others what they should eat, but eat as becomes you and be silent.

He who does not mind his belly, will hardly mind anything else.

At the New York Athletic Club they serve amazing food. People go there, get healthy, and then eat themselves to death - which is, I suppose, the right way to do it.

People were always pointing the finger at the fast food industry. And I was a big fan of personal responsibility - you know, no one is forcing you to eat. We're not geese being stuffed with corn.

If I was having a bad day, eating was like self-medicating. But if you abuse food, you still have to use that substance that you abuse every day. You have to learn to use it responsibly.

He who lives with his senses well controlled, moderate in his food and drink, he will not be overthrown, any more than the wind throws down a rocky mountain.

It's very easy for me to gain weight. Even though I tried not eating for a week when I was really young, I couldn't do it any longer because I liked my food too much.

Don't even wait until you've lost a pound. The minute you can push the plate away with food still on it, give yourself a pat on the back.

It is a hard matter, my fellow citizens, to argue with the belly, since it has no ears.

For me, it's all about moderation. I don't kick things out of my diet, like carbs. But I'm not going to eat fast food.

If I liked food and disliked exercise as much as a 400 pound guy, I'd be a 400 pound guy.

It is folly to abstain all day long from food, but fail to abstain from sin and selfishness.

My whole existence is spent just trying to not shove bad food in my fat face. It's like a constant struggle. I'll do really good for a while, and then I do bad, then I do really good.

Wickedness was like food: once you got started it was hard to stop; the gut expanded to take in more and more.

Drunkenness is deplorably destructive, but her demurer sister Gluttony destroys a hundred to her one.

I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

A full Belly brings forth every Evil.

I do not drink more than a sponge.

I was always a junk food person, still am.