The Dangerous Hours

It’s 5.39 p.m. as I begin this and I want to eat half of Albertsons.

It began at 5 and will go on until eight unless I lose my mind and go to Door Dash for some pad Thai and crab Rangoon.

I’m not kidding about losing my mind. If I’m not mindful enough, if I don’t hang on to tomorrow enough, if I don’t want to regain the few pounds I’ve lost with another 40+ to go, I will mash myself against my computer, cry out my order and then sweat and groan until it comes. I will eat it in one breath and then wish I had the nerve to order from Cold Stone Creamery or one of the…