Heh, yeah. IN my case though, the guilt was not from eating 'bad' food, but because I was in a relationship with someone who was pretty much a psychotic control freak for ten years. If I cooked, it wasn't good enough. If I didn't, I was lazy and not contributing to the household. If I ate 'leftovers', I was greedy and wasn't sharing (even if I asked first if it was okay to eat), but if I didn't, and it went bad, it was my fault for wasting food and letting it go bad. Towards the end of the relationship, I was literally living on rice, potatoes, and bread, because it was the cheapest thing to buy in bulk (so there were less fights about 'wasting' money by 'overeating'), and avoiding any other food in the house unless it was literally handed to me with a 'here, eat this'.

...It was a really bad decade, that.