Should be easy enough, right?
Na-ah! It is not … I eat when I’m not hungry all the time. Why? Boredom. Comfort. Boredom again. Yeah, I need to do something with my hands.
Type. Stuff my face. Turn pages in a book/magazine/newspaper. Scratch my face. Fix my hair. Pull my shirt down so my lower back does not show. Stuff my face. Put cream on my hands. Etc…
They say that smokers have a hard time quitting also because they don’t know what to do with their hands. I could think of a hundred different things for them to do instead. But I’m not them.
Just like they’re not me, when I reach for that cookie or for that pickle.
Snacks. Cigarettes … we don’t need them but we still reach for them.
Agh, the horror!
I’m looking at those pickles now. Won’t touch them, until I’m hungry.
I promise, ok?
