For those of you who know me, you know how much I love to eat. The words I hear most often from my friends concerning my food consumption are "Sam don't play." And I would say that's completely accurate. At restaurants I've been known to say "boxes are for chumps." Unless said box contains an extra basket of rolls. Especially Red Lobster's. In that case....boxes are totally fine. (In my defense guys....I am hypoglycemic...and evidently have the metabolism of a chipmunk on acid. And, well....I just love food....)
My inspiration to write this post came yesterday morning. Three days a week, I go to the gym before work (read: butt crack of dawn). Naturally, I eat something before I work out, because who wants to pass out on the elliptical? My workout face alone is probably embarrassing enough, I don't particularly want to add to that. On this particular morning, I noticed we were out of cereal bars, so I decided to stop at Sheetz on the way to pick one up. No biggie.
I survived the ten minute drive to Sheetz without passing out from sheer starvation, miraculously, and ventured inside. I walked to where I knew the breakfast bars to be and was bombarded with far too many choices for 5:30am. I reached for my old standby, the Honey Nut Cheerios Milk & Cereal Bar, but something caught my eye. Soft baked cinnamon oatmeal? That had the potential to be quite delightful, so I grabbed it.
Up until now this story is probably sounding fairly normal right? Well, here's where the true "food-a-holic moment" happens. When I started to turn towards the checkout, I panicked. What if I don't like this oatmeal bar? I'll be hungry! I'll have to go to the gym hungry! I can't work out hungry!! So I turned back, grabbed the old standby too, and purchased both. I spent an extra dollar, because I have this ridiculous fear of being hungry.
I really wish I could say that was an isolated incident. It's not. I do not go ANYWHERE without carrying food. ANYWHERE. I once went to get my HAIR CUT and threw a pack of gummies in my purse. Just in case. My lunch box for work is an insane size, simply because I pack enough snacks to feed a small army, along with my lunch. In case you don't believe me, here is a picture, with a normal size lunch box for scale.
My inspiration to write this post came yesterday morning. Three days a week, I go to the gym before work (read: butt crack of dawn). Naturally, I eat something before I work out, because who wants to pass out on the elliptical? My workout face alone is probably embarrassing enough, I don't particularly want to add to that. On this particular morning, I noticed we were out of cereal bars, so I decided to stop at Sheetz on the way to pick one up. No biggie.
I survived the ten minute drive to Sheetz without passing out from sheer starvation, miraculously, and ventured inside. I walked to where I knew the breakfast bars to be and was bombarded with far too many choices for 5:30am. I reached for my old standby, the Honey Nut Cheerios Milk & Cereal Bar, but something caught my eye. Soft baked cinnamon oatmeal? That had the potential to be quite delightful, so I grabbed it.
Up until now this story is probably sounding fairly normal right? Well, here's where the true "food-a-holic moment" happens. When I started to turn towards the checkout, I panicked. What if I don't like this oatmeal bar? I'll be hungry! I'll have to go to the gym hungry! I can't work out hungry!! So I turned back, grabbed the old standby too, and purchased both. I spent an extra dollar, because I have this ridiculous fear of being hungry.
I really wish I could say that was an isolated incident. It's not. I do not go ANYWHERE without carrying food. ANYWHERE. I once went to get my HAIR CUT and threw a pack of gummies in my purse. Just in case. My lunch box for work is an insane size, simply because I pack enough snacks to feed a small army, along with my lunch. In case you don't believe me, here is a picture, with a normal size lunch box for scale.
On the right is a cute little normal size lunch box, on the left is my monstrosity. And it's always full. Sometimes too full. The teachers at work laugh at me because for the entirety of lunchtime I continue to pull more and more food out of my lunchbox. My eating schedule goes something like this: Breakfast, 2nd Breakfast, 10am Snack, 11am Snack, Lunch, Snack, Dinner, Snack. And it's pretty much been that way my whole life. When I got off the bus from school as a kid, mom wouldn't speak to me until I'd eaten. Actually, she usually had a snack in the truck unwrapped and waiting at the bus stop, because when I don't eat, I turn from being a kind, caring person into the spawn of Satan. I think more than I fear hunger, I fear the way it makes me act. Really, I eat all the time for your safety. You're welcome.
xo
-Sam
-Sam