5:15 PM CST. I’m at work with just under two hours before I can leave for the day.
I have the munchies. Big time. There’s just no denying them.
I head to the vending machine with a pocket full of nickles, dimes, and a few quarters (I don’t know why, but I always try to get rid of my nickles and dimes and hold onto my quarters. Maybe because they are like pure gold to my kids…)
I fill my big mug full of ice, get two bottles of Diet Coke (yes, I know), and stare through the clear Plexiglas into the rows and rows of treats (all clearly labeled with accurate (+/- 20%) carb grams). My eyes are drawn to a favorite of mine – Cool Ranch Doritos.
“No,” I tell myself, “not a good decision.” So I put in my $0.80 and punched the button for a microwave popcorn bag.
Flash forward a bit, and the bag of popcorn is happily at rest in my stomach, but I’m still jonesing for something. I stuck myself right in the middle of that nasty “salty/sweet” cycle. Damn.
Five of those tiny bite-size “Mr. Goodbar” chocolates and a SWAG bolus later, I wondered if I really made a better decision. Or if I should have just gone ahead and got my Doritos…
