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I ordered a take-out pizza Sunday night as a treat for cycling lots (and because I was too lazy to cook). Two slices in I get hit by an immense wave of Fast Food Guilt that then compounds with a sense of 'I paid good money for this'. The third slice was a struggle, so I left the other half for the following day.
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 8:47, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

I keep doing this
but without the 'leaving it for tomorrow' bit. I usually try to fight past the guilt and eat till I'm ill. *Then* the guilt really takes hold. Guilt and self-loathing. Then I have a cake and that goes away.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Tue 12 Apr 2011, 9:03, Reply)

Lacking any moral compass I don't feel guilty about pizza (or murdering annoying children)
I do feel irritated that I've wasted money if I end up scarfing the whole thing when it could have made another meal the following day, though. That's similar, I guess.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 9:05, Reply)