Robert Ebsen

This evening, while watching Law & Order SVU, I ate four caramel scones, a bunch of caramel pretzels and almond milk.  I am angry with myself.

I rarely eat junk like that at night.  Or during the day.

In fact, I eat healthily.

What is happening?

Perhaps it is a little stress in my life.  But I’d rather not go there now.

What am I going to do about it?  I will  toss out my stash of goodies, some of which I have kept for years in shoeboxes on a shelf, in a cabinet above my desk.

Want to know what I throw?  I will name it as I throw it in my garbage pail:

Sweet and salty caramel pretzels, nine caramel scones, a 3.5 oz. Ghirardelli Intense Dark chocolate bar, a bag of chocolate bar pieces, a partial jar of marshmallow crème, a partial container of Nestlé’s Strawberry powder, a partial container of Hershey’s syrup, a partial bag of coconut sugar, a partial bag of brown sugar Splenda, and a partial box of Hershey’s Cocoa.  Done.

If I want something sweet, and delicious, I will have one of my favorite treats, vanilla yogurt with thawed frozen cherries.

Ever have a junk food crisis like mine?   Was your crisis over stress, too?  Have you ever thrown out goodies in disgust, as I have?

Oh, so you’re wondering what I did not toss in the garbage just now.

I kept the soup croutons, potato chips to have with my sandwiches, matzo to have with peanut butter and jelly, fig bars because I don’t like them very much, some corn nuts for the next long car trip, and a bag of shredded coconut to remind me of when I made homemade nondairy ice cream.

Why did I keep all that mostly uneaten junk food?  Perhaps as a test.  Stupid, huh?

Mr. Ebsen may be contacted at robertebsen@hotmail.com