Impulse eating. I know I’m not the only one that does this. I’d venture to guess that nearly everyone does. I think it goes hand-in-hand with emotional eating. Had a rough day at work? Eat! Had a good day at work? Celebrate by eating!


I’m definitely a foodie. But I’m not one of those hoity-toity, pinky in the air, looking down on people who eat tuna fish sandwiches kinda foodies. I just really like food. Something as simple as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich can make my bad day much better.


Last night while I was doing some work and watching a little TV, my sweet tooth was letting out a call for help. It needed to be satisfied. The solution? Mere’s parents had just sent her a little care package and included one of my favorite things ever: an enormous bag of Reese’s Pieces. I quickly discovered that a handful simply was not enough and soon found myself curled up on the couch with the whole bag. Mere actually had to say to me “OK, I’m taking those away from you now” in order to get me to stop. Even after hearing that, I still plunged my entire hand in to the bag to pull out one last handful, as if I was a little kid getting set to run and hide with my newly acquired bounty.

This is common, right? Eating until the point of near sickness just on impulse? Even as I write this, Lola is closely watching me, no doubt with shame in her eyes. Whatever, dog. Don’t judge me! So please...please put my mind at ease and tell me that other people do this too. Please?