It’s the same old story.
Every deadline, I give in to my whiny inner toddler. The one who decides deadline is the perfect time to throw a full-blown food tantrum.
“But I can’t write without Pringles.”
“My muse wants a @*#! Hershey bar – now!”
But just like the toddler with a tummy full of junk food, I feel awful afterward.
So I’m cleaning up my deadline eating act.
I can hear your skeptical snorts through my MacBook screen. You’ve heard my vows to eat healthy before, but this time it’s for real.
My beloved salty snacks have already been removed from the kitchen cabinets, along with the emergency chocolates hidden in my fridge’s vegetable crisper.
They’ve been replaced with a new healthy stash.
I’m a few weeks into my new deadline lifestyle, and I’d love to be able to tell you how my junk food loving taste buds now crave the good stuff.
Instead, I look at my new good-for-you snacks and frown. Then the toddler in me asks, "Who in the hell does the grocery shopping around here?"