I hate wandering around a supermarket and walking out with a load of crap... two cans of diet coke, some digestive biscuits, strawberry laces, a pack of Milkyway cake bars and a Dream bar. I went in for something to go with dinner (a pizza - failed miserably) and all the way around I was just thinking 'God I would love that... but no...'. I bought what I did because I know that various people around the house will eat them for me.
Rant - how is it ****ing fair that my sister has always been stick thin, growing up she was damn near underweight, and my parents say nothing to her, but the second I, the fat child, lose any weight I 'look ill' and 'have a problem'. Yes, I have a problem but they've never said it to my sister, and she's just the same as me with food. Feels like every meal time is a public humiliation where my parents can tut and go 'Oh, you haven't finished your meal' when they pile double the amount of food on my plate that they normally would have.