Had a lovely outing in San Francisco with a couple of high school friends today, starting with lunch at El Farolito Taqueria in the Mission District. It was the first meal I ate and it became my last after a rather full day of exploration, save for a 25 oz jug of boba purchased at Purple Kow in Richmond (I’m counting this as half-food because half its contents were fruit bits and jelly. Which is FOOD. OK. NOTE FOR FUTURE ME.)
And then I made the mistake of staying up past midnight.
What was I even doing? Oh, I know. FOOD VIDEOS. Activities should come with a trigger warning. Or maybe they do but the slightly more willful part of my brain selected “YES” when asked, “DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?” Anyway, this is how I had set myself up for failure. Hungry. Staying up. F O O D V I D E O S.
After resisting the temptation to snack for an hour (or was it? It definitely felt like an hour), I finally gave in, starting with a hard boiled egg. Okay, not so bad. And then I had a few clementines. Hm, okay. And another hard boiled egg. Okay, I could’ve had one less hard boiled egg. At this point I felt like I’d had enough, I got both sweet and savory in, and so everything else I eat would be filler. How awful.
Then my eyes widened with DISBELIEF as my body calmly walked itself over to the pantry and pulled out a Costco sized bag of pretzel crisps. SHINY. I don’t know how many I ate. Then I must have thought Chocopie must be good with pretzels (sweet and savory, remember? It’s a personal policy) because I started eating them at the SAME TIME. WHOAAA. As I scrolled through my Youtube subscription, my eyes started stinging after my vision grazed a thumbnail containing a girl holding up carrot sticks with…with such gusto… In what I can only interpret as an attempt at burying the evidence of my shameful gastronomical deviance, I began peeling a finger-length segment of a carrot I stashed away for HEALTHY MAANGCHI-INSPIRED KOREAN COOKING and swiftly chopped them up and began GNAWING AT THEM FRANTICALLY LIKE WHY DO I DO THIS I KNEW I HAD TO BREAK THE PATTERN AND TO BREAK THE PATTERN I SIMPLY STOP DOING WHAT HAS BEEN THE PATTERN I SHOULD’VE NOT INDULGED ON NIGHT STACKS LIKE ALL THE OTHER NIGHTS PRIOR BUT THIS IS ME YOU KNOW??? I MEAN I-
Oh. That’s the kettle. I’ve decided to make myself some Sleepytime tea to put me to sleep before I eat anything else. The trainer sure knows how to handle her beast.
Sleepytime tea! Who knew?