Friday, May 10, 2013
Dixie Pollitt: Why is Uncle Brick on the floor?
Brick Pollitt: Because I tried to kill your Aunt Maggie. But I failed. And I fell.
I've always liked that exchange from "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" and it has happened to me. No, I did not try to kill anyone's Aunt Maggie but the crackers got me last night.
And I had a concrete lesson on what went wrong. I didn't eat lunch. I had an opportunity to eat a very early dinner with Spawn of Greasy Joan Major and when it came time to eat lunch I figured I could make do with a tangerine. One of those delightful fruits that used to be called tangerines, or clementines, but recently have been saddled with the juvenilizing nick-names of "cuties" or "little buddies". But I digress. So I had one for "lunch" and then had dinner. So far, so good.
I snacked on celery most copiously during the evening. Loads of crunch there. Lots of exercise for an anxious jaw.
BUT....it happened again. After 9 days of abstinence I grabbed at the crackers around midnight. I did not consume enough calories during the course of the day. My dinner was rather light and all of that celery could not make up for it. I think it was a biological imperative.
Learn. The. Lesson.: Eat three wholesome meals and don't allow yourself to get too hungry before bedtime. Being hungry and tired is an invitation for allowing a Great Migration of Carbs into my mouth. Being hungry and tired gives me no judgment. Being hungry and tired is preventable.
I failed; I fell but today I am back up.
Off to bed! An evening without crackers!
Determined not to succumb to the siren song of crackers; sufficient dinner and celery and carrots prepared for emergency hunger.