March 1
Records can call my bluff on “just picking.” How many times have I racked up hundreds of calories worth of damage grazing because I didn’t want to commit myself to a “real meal”? I can stand in my kitchen at the end of a long day and ask that disastrous question, “Hum, what do I feel like having now?”, and then proceed to strip mine the room. How many days have I screwed up an otherwise good day at the last possible moment? Really frustrating.
Case in point: Once, when I believed that I was one of three people picking at a large container of trail mix, I commented on how much of it we had eaten (it was supposed to be for company), only to find out that I was the only one eating it. What I would have genuinely believed was 1/2 to 2/3 of a cup of “just picking” turned out to be at least 2 cups. Not the 200 or so calories I would have accounted for – more like 600-800. Open boxes of cereal were always the worst source of this kind of damage for me (cereal rarely made it to a bowl) till I stopped keeping it in the house.
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