I have, but not always. And I sincerely pray my co-workers never see this. No matter how okay their own food is, my lunch suddenly becomes the most interesting meal in the building. The moment I open my plate, everybody turns into a food critic: “Hmm, what are you eating? Just a taste.” Sometimes the car is the only safe space for me and my plate.
Go workout. Tell no one.
Go for a run. Tell no one.
Eat clean. Tell no one.
Read a book. Tell no one.
Travel. Tell no one.
Whoever guards his mouth and tongue keeps his soul from troubles.