I live to eat.

Lately I have taken to endlessly snacking at my desk. The current snack of choice is Wheat Thins, but the range goes from Sour Cream & Onion Chips to Sour Cream & Onion Crispy Minis to canned peaches (out of the container) to yogurt (out of the container) to actual fresh fruit to Coke Zero (et al.) to cashews to my lunch even though its not lunchtime to essentially anything else I can get my hands on.

I think it's mostly boredom eating, and I try to convince myself I'm being healthy by grazing throughout the day instead of eating large meals with nothing in between even though I'm probably consuming a whole meal's worth of calories each time I open my bag and fish out a snack.

There is, however, a whole extra side to this snacking thing. I'm not sure where this comes from, but it feels like a bit of a rebellion. Like a bit of a "take that Lord of Accounting! I may be at work but that doesn't mean I can't eat chips and dip as if I'm at home watching Buffy with my roommate! See how I flaunt it? See how I force pleasure into my meaningless workday? See how I eat when it's not my lunch break? SEE HOW I'M STILL HUMAN NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY TO DESTROY ME?!???!!!"

(At this point I generally breathe and take a break from the hysteria to swallow my food and answer the phone.)

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