I guiltily brought it into my room mostly because I didn't want my roommates to see what I had brought home. It's not that I wouldn't admit to it... I'm writing a blog about it for Christ's sake... but I didn't really want to be seen with it. And in my room I had the comfort of knowing that no one could look at me.
I finished, but without any sort of facial expression. I was full. It wasn't done yet. There were still a few slices. But I decided that I was too engorged to continue, so I let the pizza sit there, staring back at me.
I couldn't look at it... it reminded me of the four slices I had just consumed. I felt horrible.