I hate it when I'm hungry but nothing sounds good. I generally have a bevy of healthy options open to me but rather than grab an apple, I usually decide that it's easier and makes more sense to either a) slice off a piece of cheese and eat that or b) pop some popcorn.
I have a serious popcorn issue. I will eat it for any meal, if no one else is around or I don't feel like cooking (which generally happens if no one else is around). If Dan wants me to cook him something that I don't like, I'll make him his meal (usually steak... I don't eat steak) and I'll eat popcorn.
Hungry in the morning but don't feel like unwrapping a breakfast bar? Popcorn!
Need a quick snack and grabbing some baby carrots out of the fridge is just too time-consuming?
Home alone and nuking a Lean Cuisine just too labor-intensive?
Need some protein with all those salty carbs?
You know what goes good with cheese?
I'm pretty sure that I single-handedly have been keeping Orville Redenbacher in business for the past 5 years.
Dear Orville's Nerdy Horn-Rimmed Glasses and Bow-Tie Wearing Kinfolk,
You're welcome for the yachts, mansions, and European vacations.
You're welcome for all the damn suspenders, too. Dude... buy a belt. Seriously.
|Maybe take some of that popcorn money and get a personal buyer and a suit, yes?|
Meanwhile, Dan left me home alone all weekend. Which isn't a bad thing... I kind like being left to my own devices. However, what I like and what's best for me aren't necessarily the same thing. This was my menu for the weekend:
Saturday morning: Coffee and a handful of Good n Plentys (shut up... they're good and they go amazingly well with coffee)
Saturday lunch: Popcorn and Diet Pepsi
Afternoon snack: Cheese
Dinner: Nothing... I was still full from the cheese.
Bedtime snack: Popcorn... because it had been like 12 hours since I'd eaten it and I was having withdrawals.
|Don't bother me... I'm eating.|
Sunday morning: Coffee.
Sunday brunch: Popcorn.
Sunday lunch: Cheese and an apple.
Sunday afternoon: Diet Pepsi and pie. (Don't judge me.)
Sunday dinner: Greasy, disgusting chicken strips that Dan brought home. Yuck.
Sunday before bed: Popcorn and Ambien. (I needed something to soak up the grease from the chicken strips.)
Sunday after Ambien: A bowl with peanut butter and jelly in it. (As discovered after reading text messages sent while sleeping.)
There is a slight possibility that I scooped up the PB&J with pieces of cheese, but I refuse to go there.