It's 4:55 PM. Almost quitting time! Almost dinner time! I do not feel like cooking...I am feeling lazy or some body part is hurting. I call my husband to see if he wants me to "grab something on the way home"
Something = fast food (burgers, fries, hot apple pies, onion rings, etc.)
He wants a # whatever combo meal with fries and a sweet tea. OK.
I get to the drivethru window.
I order his combo meal, a second combo meal (for me), then maybe 4 apple pies, an extra cheeseburger and a large fry.
I pull out of the fast food joint's parking lot, and I start stuffing my mouth.
I eat the four apple pies, the cheeseburger, the large order of fries, and probably sneak a few fries from HIS combo meal.
When I get home (20 minutes later), it walk in the door with 2 combo meals. We sit down, we eat. I eat all of my combo meal.
No one ever knew about the food I ate on the way home.
Granted, I have not done this in a long while... but it still makes me sad to think about. Did I think that the calories did not matter if no one saw me eating them? As I mentioned in another post, what you eat in private - you wear in public.
Nailed that one on the head.