The worst attack I ever had beat me. I had to go to bed. I'd been in the pub, and had stopped at the local curry house on the way home. Took a while to get from the curry house to home, so when I got in, I microwaved the food. While that was going on, I ate a fairly serious slice of pumpkin pie.
Then the curry: green herb chicken, mushroom rice, keema nan.
Then another slice of pumpkin pie.
Then 10 Digestive biscuits.
Then a packet of crisps...
... and another.
Then another 10 biscuits.
At this point I was still really hungry. I quit. It was bed time. I knew I could probably eat everything in the house, and would still be hungry.
Since those days though, I've hugely cut down on my food intake, and hardly ever eat late at night (because it's really bad for you).