When it's Thursday at 3:45 P.M., you'll be so pleased with yourself for making—and packing—these snacks ahead of time.
It hits me halfway between lunch and when I leave work for the day: not hunger, not boredom, but the strange and itchy combination of the two called Needing A Snack. It’s largely mental and hugely aggravating, and I can do nothing but wander around like somnambulant zombie monster until I fix it.
Worst case scenario: I get up from my desk and slink to the office kitchen. I pour myself a glass of water. I open the refrigerator and peer in. String cheese. I shut the refrigerator and open all of the cupboards. Gum. One errant almond. I step back and try to look at everything at once. A plastic bear of honey. One half sleeve of cracker crumbs. I open the fridge again. Close it. Cupboard. Fridge. I take a sip of water. I walk in a circle. I collapse. I expire. There are snacks in heaven.
Best case scenario: I am my own personal hero, because I made a big batch of a snack over the weekend. I am the very best version of myself, and have doled out individual servings of said snack into plastic bags in my pantry. I have all of the traits of a highly effective individual, one of which is Remembering To Slide One Snack Bag Into My Work Tote Before Leaving My Apartment In The Morning. At 3:14 PM, I pull the snack bag out from under my phone charger. I eat it. It is perfect. I regain personhood. I live another day.
With a little foresight, the dream is possible! You can achieve greatness, or at least not chew so hard on the back of a pen in hungry frustration that ink explodes all over your face. For your next snacking success story — and mine when I feel like participating in self-care — a collection of my favorite noshable bits from Hangry posts past. Some sweet, some salty, some muffins.