Because, why the heck not?
It's 12:15 a.m. Friday night/Saturday morning. Husband went to bed hours ago, teenager is killing mythical creatures on the office computer and I'm watching college basketball.
I had a bowl of oatmeal at 9 p.m. as my nighttime snack and that seemed like it'd be a good craving crusher.
But no. Around 11 p.m. I had a serving of pistachios.
Now it's past midnight and all of a sudden, a voice inside me said "EAT."
That's all -- no "eat a bowl of ice cream" or "eat a carrot." Just "EAT."
Before jumping up off the chair, I checked in with my head and my gut.
"Eat? Are you hungry? Nope? Sit down. Power through it."
I moved my jaw around and back and forth in a chewing motion to see if it would give me a sign. What? Crunchy? Chewy?
Oddly enough, the phantom chewing short-circuited the craving.
Stomach isn't growling but it's definitely shooting off signals.
I took a big swig from the water bottle on the side table, looked up at the clock and figured that it was more than time for bed.
The more I fight with this urge, the better I'll get at beating it.