Uh-oh. This weekend I experienced one of the unanticipated side-effects of my move to single apartment living – boredom eating. Dun-duh-dun! While these new South Beach chocolate breakfast bars are quite tasty and only 140 calories, I’m pretty sure they were not intended to be eaten four at a time. Oops!
After having such a hectic month and rejoicing that June was finally, effing over, I’ve been enjoying not having any big plans this past week. However, I hit a patch of boredom this weekend and there was no one around to talk to, so I was stricken with an urge to eat whatever was in my cabinets. I’d tell myself “PastaQueen, you’re not really hungry. Do you really need to eat that leftover chicken even though you already ate dinner?” Then I’d answer myself “Yes, yes I really do. Otherwise that chicken will have died in vain. Must devour now. Bawk!”
It was a strange dichotomy because I knew that I was only hungry because I was bored, but that didn’t do anything to stop the urge to stuff my face. It’s like when you know it’s only PMS that is causing you to leave a nasty voice mail on your brother’s phone at eight o’clock in the morning for eating your last Lean Cuisine (guilty), but this knowledge doesn’t make you any less pissed off.
I suppose this incident also goes to show why it’s good not to have any junk food in your house, because if there had been some Oreos in my cupboard I can’t guarantee you I would have said no. I suppose in the future I’ll just need to find some way to distract myself from the hunger, like exercising or reading a book or peeling my fingernails off. Maybe dress my garden gnome up in women’s clothing. I think my Barbie clothes are in the closet somewhere. Harold (the gnome) might be a bit chubby for that Malibu Barbie bikini though.