It's five o'clock somewhere...

Some people race home after work to kick back and enjoy a nice cocktail. Not me. I race home and burst through the door to begin eating. I can make fantastic choices while I am away at work. Sometimes, I hardly have time to eat at all! But, I tend to drink lots of water and can usually really stay on target. But, something happens when I get home at night. Especially if I'm alone. I can eat almost a whole bag of chips, then get some pickles, then get a spoonful of something sweet. It's like I lose awareness of how much i am actually eating! That's when I become compulsive. There seems to be something that make me feels so good about eating, but then after, I'm so repulsed by what I have done! I have to try to hide the evidence from Ghubs, but he's caught on that I often throw things away because I can't stop eating it. How embarassing! If only I could get compulsive about cleaning or working out. Why does my compulsive behavior have to be so harmful to myself?