Sex For Food

I've been wondering why lately my weight seems to be creeping up. Tonight, after another failed attempt at playful seduction, I went to the kitchen and started making something to eat...at almost nine o'clock at night. Not a sandwich, not some cheese and crackers, no I made a box of Hamburger Helper. And yes, I ate half the damn box myself. Did it make me feel any better? No. Just made me feel full...and a little sick. Sloppy Joe Hamburger Help is foul foul stuff. I'm a total moron of course. This only adds to my weight and makes me look that less attractive. Thus the vicious circle continues.