October 16, 2012 § 15 Comments
Joel has a, shall we say, ever so slightly suboptimal habit of eating in the middle of the night. (Sorry for spilling the beans, honey! Does it help that I find it cute?) So, if we ever happen to have tortilla chips (with a hint of lime) or cookies in the house, which we do on occasion, I frequently find they disappear at a rate much higher than they should based on the scientific observations I make of them being eaten. I also find crumbs on the counter in the morning.
It’s something I can’t say I really identify with. Not because I’m anywhere near being above bad habits or in possession of an iron will. But rather because, if I wake up in the middle of the night, I definitely don’t feel hungry. I’m more likely to feel like a partially brain dead mole, and flail about blindly because my eyes are still stuck shut, and mutter things like, “the tortoise is about to submerge, we must save the depot!” or “do you think the otters need more water in their bedroom? And, I think they should each have their own kibble bowl.”
I won’t be thinking about snacks.
When I am thinking about snacks, my general strategy with regards to preventing unwanted or unnecessary snacking is to keep snack foods out of the house. If you need a snack, eat a piece of fruit or nuts.
Except, this apparently makes me a meany-pants. Or a meany-face. Or perhaps even a meany-face with mean pants. And I don’t want to be any of those things. Plus, let’s face it, every now and again, a crunchy little bite of snack does seem awfully appealing (though still not in the middle of the night!), no matter how much we oppose snacks on principle. Principles only go so far when your tummy makes a frightening grumbly bellowy noise and it’s still 3 hours until supper. « Read the rest of this entry »