“Let me explain my eating disorder to give you an idea what I’m up against. You can put me in a room. And in that room you have the best pot in the world, the best coke in the world, the greatest glass of wine of all time, and a two-day-old grocery store sheet cake. Guess where I’m going? Half of it could be covered in ants. I swear to God. And I’d eat the other half. I’m an addict. And let me tell you, of all the addictions that are most unattractive, being a compulsive overeater is number one.
Look, if you do drugs, you’re going to get laid. Smoke pot? Do blow? Drink? You’re having sex. You never hear a woman at a party say, ‘You see that guy shoving burgers in his mouth? I’m going to fuck the shit out of him. Oh, he is hot. Are those White Castle sliders he’s eating?’”—Jeff Garlin, dropping a truth bomb in his book My Footprint: Carrying the Weight of the World (later retitled Curbing It)