I actually gained weight when I fell in love because we went out to dinner far more than I ever had before and I felt that to fully appreciate those dinners I should cram in as much as I could. I am interested in your basic concept though. I'm still in love with the same guy - literally 4 decades later, but I don't feel as loved as I did when he was sweeping me off my feet. I'm going to think a bit more about what I'm getting out of the food I'm consuming -- momentary joy? a feeling that I can comfort myself? -- and consider other sources - a walk with the dog, dancing to a favorite song?