Eating, Eating, Eating

Before going to my granddaughter's to help her paint her bedroom, I left lunch for my mom in the fridge and a note. The note included the fact that, not only was her lunch in the fridge, but there was pie right under it. When I got home she'd eaten her lunch, a piece of pie AND a lot of Christmas Kisses were gone, the level of the Christmas M & M's was way down and a doughnut was gone. This is all by the same mom who use to eat half a dry English muffin to control her weight.
This reverse of mother/daughter roles is difficult for me.