Mark knew that if Ellen could see him, she'd probably kill him. She had made all sorts of rules when they first switched bodies about how he was supposed to act, what he was supposed to wear, and just about everything else you could imagine. At first, she'd follow him around for every second of every day. After several months of being stuck in each other's bodies, she had gotten lax. Sure, she'd still supervise what he wore each morning, but she left him alone for most of the day. That meant he had plenty of time to sneak foods off the "do not eat" list. He didn't care. He was beginning to think they were never swapping back, and he was more concerned with the sweet taste in his mouth than any consequences like packing on pounds in the future.