We don’t have chips in the house very often for a very good reason.
Me.
I am the reason. To be precise - it’s my willpower - or lack thereof - which is the real problem.
I just can’t be trusted around a bag of chips. For the child it’s candy - so we all have our vices here - but the trouble with having chips is that I eat them. At an accelerated rate.
At one point there a while back I was stress eating a family pack of chips at a embarrassing rate. It would start out innocently enough: “just a handful”, I would tell myself.
I would grab the bag and my phone and instead of going to bed sit down and pull out the phone and doom scroll and eat chips. Turns out time goes by real fast when you’re eating chips mindlessly in some dopamine overdose with salt, fat and the glow of the phone display turning your brain into an pink glob of pleasure. A fair bit of time goes by before realize that your brain has been concentrating on the dope and not on the time - and you’ve hoovered over half the bag.
Then comes the shame.
“Tomorrow will better”, you tell yourself, but then the next night comes along and it’s “I’ll just have a handful while I skim the news….” and now we have a habit forming.
The solution? BW stopped buying chips. Problem solved.
Now? I open the pantry door - hopeful like a kid on Christmas morning, only to not find a bag of chips. I am torn about this - in some ways I was so hoping that there would be the magic chips in the pantry. But it’s just as well - and I go to bed 1000 calories lighter. (that estimate might be on the lower end)
All this to say that something magical happened tonight.
We have chips in the pantry again!
You see, the Amazon man came just as dinner was being served. Of course, all things Amazon must be inspected and opened by the child, but we told her to cool her jets until after dinner. Then we can open the Amazon box as our entertainment of the evening.
Dinner, Dessert and then it’s AMAZON box time! woo hoo!
The child and I rip it open and we both GASP IN UNISON:
CHIPS! WE HAVE CHIPS. WE HAVE CHIPS IN THE HOUSE!!!!
The child grabs a bag, but I grab the BOX of chips and guard it with my life. I look at the child and give her the stink-eye and tell her “these are all mine!” ( just kidding - sharing is caring.)
And we all have a good laugh and then ask BW why did she buy us chips?
She told us because she loves us.
Also, they were on sale - the chips in the house are a limited time offer.
Our love? (of chips) It never expires.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.
PS> We hid them on the top shelf because both the child and I have the willpower you would expect of a chip addict. BW will dole them out as she sees fit and it’s probably best that way. :)