Rhonda's Rodent Revival

I have to get up early an do a whole bunch of things, so I am not going to stay up late.  I haven’t eaten any potato chips since my last post, but I have played some solitaire, especially one night when I really wanted potato chips. I played a bunch of solitaire to keep me from thinking about potato chips.  Is that progress?  Substituting one addictive behavior for another?    I realized that another reason I want to stop eating potato chips is that they are the only salt snack food that I think about or crave when they are not there.  I like Doritos for example, but if I am home with no Doritos, it’s really rare that I’ll start thinking, oh I want Doritos.    

I was being good about not eating after 9 pm, too.  Last night I had a bit of a frustrating time at work, and I said to myself on the way home from work, ‘Self, just because this was a frustrating night, this does not mean that I will go home and eat.’ But then I got home and there was the cheese on the counter, and I had a bite, and then another bite, and then I finished it, and then I ate the rest of the soy ice cream in the freezer.  Ugh.

So tonight I got off work a little after 9 pm.  I had eaten a few bites of hummus at work after 9, but not very much.  I came home and put out the garbage and watered flowers, and kept thinking about sour cream and onion potato chips.  It is nice to have a party store within easy walking distance, and I walked over to it, and walked around and around.  They didn’t seem to have the right kind sour cream and onion potato chips (ridged as opposed to flat).  I thought about getting some ranch flavor Munchies (containing Doritos, pretzels, sun chips and something else).  I thought about getting some hot dogs, but meat is dead, and didn’t get that way in a good way, and besides meat is so environmentally intensive, and at 13 I had the courage of my convictions about not eating meat, and I want to get back in the veggie groove.  I thought about getting some canned salmon.  And then I thought that I really want to be better about not eating after 9, and a few bites of hummus, well taboule too, don’t mean that the whole plan is ruined, and that I should come home and eat like a pig.  So I got a four-pack of Kahlua Mudslides, and came home and had two.  Well, actually I had one on the way home, in violation of Ann Arbor’s open bottle law.   So I both kept to my plan (coz drinking after 9 is ok), and get to feel a little naughty, as opposed to feeling like a goody-two-shoes, which makes it harder to stick with the plan.  Coz I hate feeling like a goody-two-shoes, and it makes me want to rebel.

Tomorrow, up early, and productive.  Maybe I will write about how I want a lair….