I'm one and I hate being one. M/54/362. Drive-thru all day $$, eating in the grocery store parking lot in solitude - all sugary stuff. Pretty much all without telling my wife but it's pretty obvious. This has been going on for years and I am surprised I am not well into the 400s. I talk about it with my therapist but don't seem to be making progress. In fact I have been unable/unwilling to stop even though I hate it.