This entire week I’ve “looked” heavier. There’s a difference between looking and feeling. I can feel when I lose control when my butt feels just a little too bodacious in my work pants, or my jeans feel a little snug around the waist. This week, it’s one of those “my stomach looks a little too bloated, but my ass feels great!” situations.
The culprit? Yup, you guessed it, late night peanut butter raids.
It’s quite odd. I don’t crave peanut butter during the morning, day or evening, but when I’m in bed trying to fall asleep or if I wake up in the middle of the night, it hits me. I have an angel on one shoulder and a peanut butter devil on the other. I’m convinced I’m not able to sleep through the night unless I consume peanut butter at some point during the day.
So I go downstairs and enjoy peanut butter spoons or grapes dipped in the holy goodness (my FAVORITE way to eat PB), or dipping crackers in the smooth creamy pb. Then I wonder and complain why the scale hasn’t gone down or my pants are tighter.
I’ve decided instead of trying to control my cravings, that I will incorporate it in a healthy way in my day-to-day meals. Maybe then the peanut butter devil will let me sleep!