I used to exercise at the gym, dying a thousand deaths, and laser focus on the number of calories burned (according to the machine I was on). And I knew that lifting weights would cause me to burn calories long after the workout ended.
When my sweat session ended, I'd get in my car, excited to be a fat-burning maniac, and steer my car into a drive-thru. Not every time, but a lot of the time.
Because I just "knew" that I would burn off whatever I ate or drank (Starbucks