OH THE HORRRRORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My grumbling belly wants to know why the heck I’ve decided to torture myself in such a way, given my well-known love and infatuation for cereal. Why would I willingly rip such a dependable source of joy from my life? And what the heck did cereal do to deserve this unjust exile?
Lately, I’ve turned into a major snack monster. Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about snacking and eating small meals throughout the day. I’m also all about incorporating lots of delicious yet nutritious treats into my day. And apparently I’m also all about grabbing fistfuls of cereal and shoving them into my mouth every time I step foot into my kitchen. A handful of puffins after breakfast to cleanse the palet… a handful for my pre-dinner snack… you know, just to hold me over… and while we are at it, why not throw in a late night bowl o’ cereal to settle my tummy before bed?
Cereal and I, we have a LONG history.
This was, at one point, my favorite Friday night ritual after all:
My infatuation runs so deep that it’s not abnormal for my pantry to have five+ open boxes of cereal on any given day.
A while back I caught on to my cereal addiction. I think it was sometime around the day I decided, after scouring every aisle of the grocery store in search of a fabulous dinner feast, that of ALL THE THINGS the grocery store offered me, I’d most like to have THIS for dinner:
(You may have noticed I’ve now pictured wine twice in this post. Yes, I like to drink wine with my cereal. No, I’m sure as hell not giving up wine.)
It was around that time that I started using a small coffee mug to dole out my cereal portions rather than a bowl, which enabled me to still get my cereal fix without going overboard. But it’s a slippery slope, my friends. Eventually one mug of cereal turned into two… then two turned into three… and as a CPA I am confident that 3 mug-fulls of cereal is equivalent to a crapload. And god knows how many bowls four fistfuls of cereal is equal to. I mean, I do have freakishly large hands after all.
So in an effort to nip this snack monster issue in the butt, I’ve decided to give up cereal for the rest of busy season (AKA through September 15th for you non-tax folk). And on that day when busy season once again comes to a screeching hault, I will be wiser, stronger, and fully prepared to have a sweet sweet reunion with the my beloved cereal.