The day (week?) slipped away from me. I thought about skipping today’s post. But skipping a Fitness Friday post seems like a slippery slope. If I’m not writing about being healthy, I’m not thinking about being healthy and I’m probably not being healthy. In fact, I’m sitting here fighting temptation: late-night munchies. I suppose 9:30 pm doesn’t qualify as late night to most people, but it is definitely too late for a snack for me. Of course, if it was an apple or some carrots, that would be one thing. Unfortunately, the salty chips are calling me from the cupboard.
So, rather than giving into the urge to mindlessly eat, I’m blogging. Of course, it’s after 9:30 pm and I’m just waiting for Philip to fall asleep so I can do the same. Instead of coming up with new material, I thought I would recycle an apropos microstory that I published two years ago. It was inspired by the yeah write writing challenge question, “What time is it?”
Beyond the witching hour but before dawn cracks like an egg in the sky, brownies beat back boredom and chips are my crisp companions. My will power melts like butter in a skillet, my resolutions dissolve like this mint on my tongue.
Do you fight the urge to snack in the evening?