Stomach vs. Brain

WHY?! Curse you, vile monstrosity! Why must I be so dependent on you...?
I don't know whether I feel like crying or screaming every time I light a match and turn on the gas stove to heat up yet another pot of water. The burner sizzles and makes an attempt to scorch my fingertips in revenge, for I have awaken the fiery beast from its deep slumber.
Honestly, I'd much rather leave the thing alone, but my stomach tends to control me in my moments of weakness and I'm getting tired of crackers and peanut butter... My body goes numb as my stomach leads my hands to that matchbox to light up that foul stove, hoping for a serving of instant mashed potatoes or noodles, and all the while my brain is pleading "Please no! No more burns! No!"
But my stomach ignores my brain's pleas. Stomach tends to ignore Brain quite often, and the Body pays for it just as often.
"Don't eat that! You could get sick!" Brain warns.
"Ice cream can't make you sick! Ever!" says Stomach and commands gullible Left and Right Hands to buy a half-melted ice cream cone from a questionable-looking vendor and his cart on the side of the road. An evil clown is painted on the side of the cart, half faded and half covered in dust, pointing at an ice cream in his hand with a menacing grin. But Stomach doesn't care. Does Stomach ever really care? When standing in line at Home Town Buffet, who always wins? In one corner there is Brain, who advises Stomach at all times "Modest portions... Modest portions..."
And in the other corner, Stomach yells "Screw this! I'm gonna eat every freaking thing in this buffet! Just watch me!"
Next morning, after eating the ice cream, the Body is paying dearly for the brash decision and cursing stupid Brain for not taking a stand. Stomach is aching, but the Body and Brain fear it will never, ever learn its lesson...
Who will win the next battle...? Your guess is as good as mine...