I feel like such a fiend for eating so much cookies and a glass or two of malt soy milk before bed. I try to rationalize it in my head though, like how I only ate a banana and fresh lumpia for dinner, but then I realize the true amount of what I've eaten so far today - and yesterday for that matter.
Jeez louise. Should I keep track of what I'm eating?
I look at my students everyday, and everyday I am reminded that I'm in my mid-twenties, and my metabolism isn't what it was 10 years ago. And as I look over my laptop, I see a shiny new box of pop tarts.
Oh heavens. Why must I torment myself with the thought of food at 10:38 at night.
Cookies, oh, cookies.