I have an apple every day at 2pm. This is my afternoon snack and usually keep the ravenous hunger monster at bay until I can get home and get settled and get a decent healthy *after school* snack.
Yesterday, I did not have my apple. I don’t know why, I just wasn’t particularly hungry so I thought I could skip the apple.
I was wrong.
By the time I picked up the kids from the babysitters, got home, went through the mail, kicked off my shoes, and got settled, I WAS RAVENOUS!!!!
I had already planned on eating some carrots and hummus (mmm…hummus), so I dove right in. Then I thought that the hummus really needed a chip to go with it. So I got about 3 chips and ate the hummus with chips and it was good. Yea, verily, it was good.
Then on my way back to the kitchen, I noticed my daughter had gotten the Cheetos out of the cabinet. My little one wanted some, so I got her a few…and that’s when the carnage began.
I’m still a little fuzzy about what happened, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t pretty.
I ate so many damn Cheetos that I had a stomach ache after I finally FORCED myself to back away from the bag! A thick film of cheese powder covered my fingers and was probably on my face too, although I was too ashamed to face myself in the mirror.
WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS HOLD ON ME, CHEETOS???? WHY?????
For me, Cheetos are like the bad boy you just couldn’t stay away from in high school. I know they’re not good for me, but when that orange and blue bag looks my way and winks at me, I go weak in the knees. “Just one won’t hurt”, I tell myself. HA!! The next thing I know, I’m staring at the phone willing it to ring, but does it? No! And then I wonder what I did to make him not want to call me, and … oh wait…we were talking about Cheetos, right?
Anyway, Hello my name is Jill and I’m a Cheetoholic.
I think I need therapy to work on my issues.