Well I have officially screwed my eating schedule up. I imagine this is something like when infants get days and nights confused, except I'm confusing unconscionable amounts of junk food with nutritious and delicious meals.
It all started two weeks ago when I brought home my first bag of Dove promises (or really, a couple of weeks before that, when I discovered that Dove chocolate is the American branding for my absolutely favorite British Galaxy chocolate). Inside the purple wrapping of each square of lusciousness is a "promise," which is a cross between a fortune cookie and a self-help mantra, but is really a marketing ploy if we're being honest. Especially the ones that say "Enjoy a chocolate moment with a friend" and "Eating chocolate is like giving yourself a big hug" and "Chocolate makes everything a little better." And just in case you're starting to feel guilty and a little puffier around the waist, they've thrown in a genial "Go easy on yourself." Apparently Satan is their copywriter.
Now we're to the point where I'm eating cupcakes for dinner. Today I seriously considered eating a Reese's cup for lunch. But logic prevailed and I ate some yogurt and granola with a cuppa Earl Grey instead.
Guys, I don't know what's going on. But I need help. And fiber.