Let’s be honest: nothing tests a relationship quite like a boyfriend who lands in town for a visit and immediately declares, “Let’s eat everything.” My boyfriend touched down, and within 48 hours we had inhaled enough sisig, ramen, and suspiciously good milk tea to make our bathroom scale file a formal complaint. The struggle between “one more bite” and “one more inch on the waistline” is real, and frankly, undefeated — until now. We tried the usual guilt-management tricks — skipping rice (lasted one meal), power-walking to the fridge and back (does not count, sadly), and dramatically vowing to “start Monday” (narrator: we did not start Monday). Eventually, we accepted…