Posted on September 1, 2006 in Depression Eating
I’ve been thinking about those dutiful marches to the refrigerator, stuffing myself with a hot dog or two, crackers, and a drink — usually ginger ale — to wash it down. I instructed my wife to put it all into kit format so I could attach piece A — maybe a piece of fruit leather — to piece B — the hot dog — and power the throatward movement with piece C — a box of juice. Very simple but there wasn’t any real calorie or carbohydrate count in the making of this cardboard-cornered meal. The danger in that? Too many goods this way or too few that: diabetes or hypoglycemia. Choose your starving sickness.