I love food. I love everything about it. I love the smell of it, the sight of it, the way steam rises of freshly cooked food. I love mixing it up. I love the act of chewing, the taste, the way it feels in my mouth. The act of swallowing is great and the sensation of fullness is sensational.
So it should come as no surprise that for me, at least, weight control through portion control has been an absolute failure.
What has worked for me is skipping meals altogether. If I don't start eating at a given meal time I don't have to stop.
These days I skip breakfast, have a simple meal-replacement of my own recipe at lunch, train in the afternoon and eat whatever I feel like at dinner. So far I am 24kg (~53lb) down from my peak weight and the trendline is still pointing down.
(I wrote about that, too: http://chester.id.au/2012/05/26/fat-and-simple/ -- it caused one hell of a ruckus)
But do you know why? It isn't the schedule that really matters. It's that I imposed a caloric deficit in a way that I personally am I able to sustain. For others it might be low-carb or eating every 4 hours or being a vegetarian. Whatever. At the end of the forcing function of weight control is how much you ate.
Once I reach a weight I'm happy with I'll probably just eat an ordinary lunch more often.