I've said this before and I'll say it again-- the list of ingredients does not list all ingredients.
Having said that, out of a sense of depression, resulting from having to stare down a list of numbers, including a revolting upcoming payment to my cousin of 24k for her work as executor as defined by statue (revolting), and being caught off guard and strong armed by the probate attorney (technical, of course) after working with my attorney in Florida diligently for months and fully expecting a different process than the one that was shoved in my face, with a warning that it I didn't sign, the probate attorney would have to do more work and I'd receive less (I'm pissed off, it you couldn't tell),...
I decided, at least this once, to eat myself half to death.
And I did. And I didn't read labels.
I'll feel like death warmed over and I'll regret doing it.
But it's one of the ways I sometimes deal with stress. And that's what happened.