For the past 2 nights, after The Smoosh is in bed, I’ve settled on the couch at roughly 10pm with 3 Trader Joe’s Joe Joes cookies and a glass of almond milk that is part of my daily points,
Super awesome, right?
Yeah, not so much….
I don’t know what happens… it’s like it triggers me to eat. A lot.
And the past 2 nights those cookies opened up pandora’s bread box. I shoved slice after slice of bread down my throat.
I have no fucking idea why.
So I’m implementing a ‘no snacking after The Smoosh goes to bed’ rule. Because drastic times call for drastic measures.