I’m trying to eat more healthfully in the new year and that means trouble-shooting one of my problem areas: snack attacks. I usually come home from work ravenous. Like clockwork, I’ll walk in the door, drop my things, reach into the snack drawer and grab the first snack-like thing I see. Then I’ll proceed to munch, munch, munch, all the while standing up, in the kitchen, more likely than not with my hat and coat still on.
My husband likes to poke fun at this snack habit. (“I’m hungry!” I usually quip back, feeling vulnerable and defensive.) Problem is, his definition of snack is along the lines of potato chips and gummy candy. If I don’t plan ahead, our snack drawer will be filled with these unhealthy finger “foods” and 10 minutes later, I’ll be feeling the effects of my snack-attack hangover. It’s a downward spiral from there. Next thing I know, I’ll be saying, “Let’s just have cheese and crackers for dinner.”