Where you become obsessed with fulfilling every craving, scarf every crumb, hoard, not being choosy when it comes to the type of food you'll eat, even baby food, if necessary.
Hunger knows jack crap about control.
I vaulted outa bed and into my closet where stashes of Ding Dongs, Twinkies, and Rice Crispy Bars hid behind stacks of sweaters and slacks. I also had brownie mix in the bookshelf, candy and French bread in the bottom desk drawer, and ranch flavored chips stuffed between the radiator cover and the TV stand in a brown paper bag. I had a thing of spinach dip jammed in my window, which I used as a fridge. Frantically, I swiped clothes outa the cub-hole and sat on the floor surrounded by jeans and cupcakes. I ate one after another, waiting for them to work their magic, to numb my frustration.