Thursday night. All is well. I've had a productive day of dietary awesomeness, gotten several errands run and started up my blog. I went to the Opelousas Little Theatre to rehearse for our one night revival of "Of Mice and Men", drove home and relaxed a little.
Then it happened.
I went into the kitchen to get a drink of water before bed, and all of a sudden my alter ego, AKA Bad Decision Casey popped up in a cloud of Oreos, chocolate chips and chicken nuggets. The following is a transcript of our encounter.
Bad Decision Casey (BDC): You've done a great job today.
Casey: Thanks.
BDC: Why don't you reward yourself? You are hungry aren't you?
Casey: Yeah, a little.
BDC: Well, you're right there by the stove. Looks like someone left some fried chicken tenders from Wal-Mart on there. You bought them today for Maw-Maw's lunch and boy, didn't they smell great in the truck?
Casey: Yeah, they did.
BDC: Well, it looks like there's some left. Why not eat a couple of them?
Casey: Don't want to.
BDC: Sure you do.
Casey: Okay, so I do. But I'm not going to. They're really not good for you. Especially after 10:00 PM.
BDC: Yeah, but there's ranch dressing in the fridge.
Casey: Shut your face.
BDC: Geez. Okay. Well, you know what else would be good? A big old glass of chocolate milk and a couple of peanut butter sandwiches.
Casey: Uh-huh. It would, actually.
BDC: Go ahead, open the fridge door. Look inside.
(Casey opens the refrigerator door. Stares longingly at the milk and Hershey's Syrup)
BDC: Man Oh Man. Wouldn't that be good right now? A big old glass of chocolate goodness, some peanut butter sandwiches and David Letterman.
Casey: Letterman's on? Well, I like snacking and watching The Late Show.
BDC: Go ahead. Fix yourself a snack. You can work it off tomorrow.
Casey: Wellll, I dunno.
(Casey's tired and sore Quadriceps muscles join the conversation. For the record, tired Quadriceps muscles sound like Samuel L. Jackson)
Quads: WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
Casey: He was trying to get me to make a sandwich.
Quads: YOU KICKED ME AROUND IN THE POOL FOR AN HOUR YESTERDAY! I HURT JUST TO MOVE! YOU AIN'T GONNA NEGATE MY HARD WORK WITH NO DAMN SANDWICHES AND CHOCOLATE MILK! I'LL REFUSE TO LOCOMOTE YOU AROUND ANYMORE! YOU HEAR ME? I WILL QUIT!
BDC: But he deser...
Quads: SHUT THE @!%* UP!
BDC: Oookay, I'm out. But I'll be baaack. MUAH HA HA HA!
Casey: Thanks Quaddy. You're my best friend.
Quads: I WILL KILL YOU! EAT A SPECIAL K CEREAL BAR AND GO TO BED!
Casey: Okay.
So I did.
I hope this doesn't happen every night. I love staying up and watching Letterman, but I'm a horrendous late night snacker. As long as my pal Quaddy stays around, and maybe brings his friends, I'll probably be okay. The lesson to be learned here is think about what you're eating before you eat it. It might just save your life.
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I had the worst time with this when I first started losing weight - my weakness was peanut butter sandwiches and milk too. Now they're a treat instead of a staple. I still drink milk like it's going out of style, though.
ReplyDeleteGood work on keeping yourself in check! It's hard, but after a few weeks it becomes second nature. People always talk about how I eat so healthy, but I honestly don't notice it. It's just routine at this point. And it's a helluva far cry from heaps of chicken fried steak and Little Debbie snack cakes.
Wow! I'm glad the Quads spoke up. I also like to snack at night. My main problem is that I stay up way too late making the problem so much worse than it needs to be. Great post, by the way :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Julie and Jake; I am a life long night owl; and have habitually been a late night snacker. A habit I am currently trying to break myself of. Nothing past 8-30PM. Experts say to not eat anything even earlier than that; but baby steps IMO.
ReplyDeleteI am limiting myself to 1 Mt. Dew a day from now on as well. I was taking in over 500+ calories a day from just soda. Jeez.
Proud of you. Love ya. TTYL