Oh, my, yes, I remember lying about food--it's kind of painful to think about it. Two incidents stand out. Confession is good for the soul, right?
The first was when I was a kid (under 12--it started early for me
) and stayed with my parents' friends for a week. They had a boy who was a little older, and a girl who was a little younger. They kept food in their bathroom cupboards, and once when I was in there using the bathroom I opened a box with two bags of potato chips in it and munched down on one whole bag. The parents accused their son of doing that, and he said it was me, but I looked really innocent and pretended like I had no idea that they kept food in the bathroom. If that kid is still around, I apologize for getting you in trouble!
The second was when my daughter was a baby and my son was in kindergarten. I baked a German chocolate cake for a bake sale, then ate about half of it. I told my DH that I accidentally let it fall on the floor, and had to make another.
Then there was the secret binging/purging that landed me in an eating disorders hospital when my daughter was two years old. Talking about lying to myself and others! *Sigh*
Sometimes I catch myself hiding the evidence of eating, or eating something while my DH is taking the dog for a walk. It must be a bit ingrained because there's no reason for me to do it--he doesn't care what I eat or when I eat it. Hhhmm, something to think about. . .thanks for bringing it up, Linda. I really do need to reflect on why I'm still doing this.
