The Sassy Pear

Finding my way through my forties

Chester, you bad boy you!! — April 17, 2008

Chester, you bad boy you!!

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.






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.

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