I’m sure it used to be a simple equation: I am hungry; I need food; there’s some food; I should eat it; high five, self! Problem solved.
The problem is that, post-wedding, my brain hasn’t quite caught up with the new ‘rules’. And in the current system, if you work from home and you eat the last tin of beans, say, or that portion of lovely homemade vegetable soup, or an entire packet of Bakewell slices when you’re home alone… it turns out it’s not the best.
But the brain still switches into the old routine, like a chimp at an all-you-can-eat-buffet. I am hungry; here is food; I should eat food.
But no chimpy, no. No high-fives for you. Put that packet of M&Ms down.
This state of affairs has led to me visiting the kitchen on something of a loop, opening the fridge door, staring at the lush contents like an explorer staring at a verdant new world, and then closing the door again (plunging paradise back into chilly darkness) and going back to my desk in the spare room. And repeat.
It is better for me. And I actually don’t mind too much really. It’s nice to be organised. I’m just a bit of a snacker, it turns out. The equation might be more complicated, but you know, sometimes the tamed chimp is the best.
Plus. Two can play at that game; I’ve hidden the Jaffa Cakes.
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