Last night I stared down yet another box of girl scout cookies. Then I ate that box of girl scout cookies. Not because I was hungry. Not because I was stressed out. Not for any other excusable reason.
I always regret these late night gorgings, mostly because I feel like shit the next day. Some people turn into werewolves or vampires in the moonlight. I just turn into the (way less trendy) cookie monster.
I know I’m not alone. Tips for stopping late night cravings is a perennial headline on women’s magazines. I know all those tips, and I still fail. I even tried some of them before this latest box of thin mints: I drank water, because food cravings are often thirst in disguise. I drank Tisano Chocolate Tea, because it’s really freaking delicious. I ate some fruit, just in case I was actually hungry. If thirst, my sweet tooth, or actual hunger were to blame, the problem would have been solved.
All to no avail. So I made sure to exercise this morning, to try to even out the health karma. And tonight, maybe I’ll just force myself to go to bed before the moon comes out and I start howling for those little stacks of sugary goodness.