Funny . . . and illuminating
Yesterday afternoon, I made a conscious decision to have a single serving of something that I usually don't eat as a snack. It was 25 calories and, although it had the potential to trigger a binge, I thought I could handle it. So far, no problem.
Instead of sitting down and eating it properly (something I still need to work on), I ate half of it while still in the kitchen. Then, I walked into another room, intending to watch some television. Much to my surprise, my wife was in that room. I quickly hid the food behind my back, retreated back to the kitchen, and threw the rest out.
After I thought about it for a few seconds, I realized that the snack was reasonable, but "sneaking" it was not. So, I took a half-serving of the item, went back into the room, sat down, and openly ate it with my wife watching.
I haven't told her this story, but I will. I can chuckle about it, but it reveals so much about the nature of my disorder.