Dangers of Living Alone

I have noticed that since I've been living alone that there is a chance I will develop some bad habits. I mean there are actual hazards of living alone I suppose. Say I start choking on a big piece of steak. I would be found months later sprawled on the floor with barbecue sauce on my face from when I desperately tried to dislodge it by throwing my diaphragm against the corner of the kitchen counter. Luckily I'm good at eating.
Back to the habits. They aren't the type of habits that are going to kill me. I haven't come accustom to drinking a snifter of brandy each morning. I did how ever eat an entire chicken yesterday....with my bare hands. I bought a rotisserie chicken from Sam's Club. It said on the packaging it was for 6-8 people. I figured I could eat it for dinner and then make sandwiches for lunch. But there were two complications on the way home. First, I had gone straight from the Gym to Sam's Club. I like to drink a protein drink right after working out, but I had forgot one. I also usually don't eat until after I've worked out, and I wasn't done working out until 5pm...so I was starving. I didn't realize I was starving however until I got to Sam's Club and started drooling a little in the steak section. That was why I bought the chicken, so I could eat it when I got home. Also, I'm an idiot and I went there at rush hour. Which meant I had to spend the next hour and a half smelling that delicious chicken. When I was at the checkout counter it occurred to me that I may need to put the chicken in the very back of my SUV or I will try eating it on the road. The chickens are greasy and I didn't want to spread that all over my car and I knew I would eat it if I could reach it. I did contemplate just taking off my shirt and using it as a napkin, but if I got pulled over I didn't want to explain why I was driving shirtless and licking chicken grease from my fingers.
By the time I got home I was like a ravenous animal. I put all the items that could spoil where they needed to go and got out a carving knife and a plate. I looked at the chicken and I looked at the dishes I was about to use and I realized that it was just easier to not use any silverware or plates. I was by myself after all, plus when you carve a chicken you never really can get ALL the meat off the bones. Plus I told myself that you eat chicken legs with your hands anyway. So I sat down in front of the TV and started eating. I hadn't even got to a commercial break when I realized that I had eaten the whole chicken.