I love crisps! Yes, almost as much as shortbread, sometimes even more so. I had acquired the habit of eating a packet of crisps every day. Sometimes two – one with a sandwich at lunchtime and another mid-afternoon. I love everything from the anticipation of opening the packet of crisps to holding the folded over and perhaps over cooked crisp to the actual crunching of the crisp. Crunching of the crisp for me is perhaps the ultimate pleasure of eating crisps.
The vending machine in the office has a plentiful supply of crisps. Different brands, varying flavours and both high or low fat selections. Every time I entered the kitchen today for water those crisps kept tapping on the glass of the vending machine to attract my attention. It was as if there were a flashing neon sign pointing at my favourite flavour. Things got bad about 3:30 pm, I could almost taste them…for at least five minutes I thought of nothing else but releasing a bag of crisps to the freedom of my desk. The phone rang…I was distracted.
4:30 pm and there was a sudden rush of work to do…I had the munchies. I also had a banana. I didn’t want a banana, I wanted curled over, over cooked and crunchy crisps. I reached for my handbag. The banana eyed me cautiously…’is she really going to choose crisps over me’…I felt guilty as I reached for my purse, opened it and took the money out…I stood up..ready to walk to the kitchen and claim my prize.
Somehow, and even as I write this I can’t explain how the banana won, but it did. Day four has been the most successful yet. Yes, it has only been four days but already I feel I have a little more energy. Whether that is in my mind, my body or both, I don’t care because it feels good!