This definitely was me once upon a time. I still do this, but nowadays it’s me realizing the Boom Chika Pop (yellow bag!) is empty. What the…??
I had a solid laugh over this. I have a couple of friends who are unapologetic, and would have been damn proud, and outright, with the whole pizza situation. A former dance partner who’d go so far as to douse his in additional sauces comes to mind.
But there are a few who also try really hard to be good…but end up with an, oh I don’t know, pizza, for example… Who then endeavor to make it sound (at least initially) healthier than it was. . . in a way (I think) to make their inner voice less hands-on-hips when declared.
Not to worry, though, the inner voice was chomping along with you (and probably enjoyed it too!) so express your choices freely!