I suffered from binge eating for several years. And by "binge eating," I mean secretly devouring food. I can remember sitting in the parking lot of a grocery store and before I knew it, I had eaten a piece of carrot cake, a couple of cookies and was trying to decide:
"Should I sneak the brownies into the house and hide them for later or finish them off now? Hmmm, if I eat them now, I can start fresh tomorrow. Yep, that's the plan. And now, I need to ditch the wrappers, dust off the crumbs, and get home to cook dinner."
And so I would make my way home, feeling bloated and stuffed, to cook dinner...and then eat it. Because I couldn't let my secret get out!
And guess what? The "start fresh tomorrow" never really happened. Instead, it would just be the next episode. Lather, rinse, repeat. Or devour, dust off, repeat.