Taste Bust

On Sunday, the most glorious thing happened: I had Oreos.

These were my first Oreos of the year. We didn't have them growing up as a kid (grama's house featured the off-brand vanilla variety) so there were too many nights as a depressed young woman I'd eat a whole package of the mint kind. With a glass of milk, of course.

I was buying gauze at the pharmacy on Sunday when they caught my eye. There was a snack stand, and among the carb- and calorie-laden options was a four pack of mint oreos, dipped in chocolate. They were the very definition of where heaven and hell combine.

I wasn't particularly hungry but bought them with a note of forgiveness and apology. I knew that they would take alot longer to work off than they would to eat, but my self-indulgence said it was ok.

So in the car, I ripped open the package. And .... mmm .... they were gone.

My first Oreos of the year and they were gone without me realizing it.

I do this sometimes. Ok, a lot of times. I eat so fast or so mindlessly that I barely taste something. I look down and it's all gone - how did that happen? Oh yeah, I'm a pig.

The same sort of thing happened tonight. I got home from work at 10 and since I'd not eaten (no groceries + dumb = dumb and hungry Ang). I had two bowls of cereal, scooping the yum in my mouth with nary a pause. One bowl gone, I poured another. I figured it was my caloric right.

Well, I'm paying for it. It's 430, I've been awake for an hour and Craig just groaned at me. I dont know that I wouldn't have woken if I'd eaten the cereal and actually REALIZED what I was putting in my mouth at the speed of light, but maybe it would have been worth it.