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In the nightstand drawers. Under my desk. Inside the car door. Snacks. Pretty much everywhere.
I am a grazer. Like a cow, I prefer to chew all day long. Little bits here and there…just enough to keep my blood sugar steady, apparently. At least that’s what I tell myself.
While I never really grazed prior, in my late 20’s, I felt the urge to always have carbs within arms reach. Maybe it was an increase in stress…or a more sedentary job…or convincing myself that I needed constant fuel to stay alert. Regardless, it has now become habit. And for the most part, not a good one: cookies, crackers, chips. The 3 C’s.
My husband has supported my habits, often leaving surprise snacks in my car or under my desk. I love him for it.
My kids, on the other hand, have made many failed attempts to commandeer said snacks. To which I responded by shifting them into better hiding spots.
I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon. I do have aspirations to substitute in protein bars, dried fruit and nuts…but for now, the 3 C’s dominate.
I guess Mommy needs her vice too.