The baby is asleep, for now. The husband is at his fantasy football draft. I have eaten way too much. It's so hard to stop once I start. The evening snacking is the worst! In the past half hour I've consumed a peach topped with Greek yogurt, a handful of Smores Goldfish snacks, several pieces of melon, and a glass of cranberry juice. Oh, the calories I didn't need. Did I mention I wasn't even hungry? I just like to eat. Just like 'the Creeper.'
The Creeper emerges after too many cocktails, usually, but it's not the case when I'm the creeper. I creep when the baby goes to sleep. Apparently, will power exists in the light of day (or in a sober state). Leftover pizza, pretzels, banana bread. All known to disappear before dawn.
I need to make my overnight oats for breakfast, but I'm scared to go back in the kitchen. Who knows what I'll eat? Otherwise, my breakfast oats have been delicious, and most importantly, filling. Nom, nom, nom.
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