For me, it was the pies. Chocolate cream, apple, pumpkin, peach cobbler, lemon meringue, blackberry cobbler, blueberry and more - waiting on the dining room table, taunting me. My stomach could not hold all of those flavors. So, I would eat one or two, on top of everything else, and get so full I threw up. Then, go back and do it again. Very sad to think of it now, but it only happened on holidays and only because of the pies, and only for a few years (pre-teen). That was the one time I truly had no control. I would try hard not to do it and simply could not stop myself. My mother made the best pies. I still don't know if I could resist one like she used to make, but nobody else's pies ever taste as good as hers did, so I'm no longer tempted.