When your get up and go has got up and went

I was driving home from choir the other night, feeling very down. I called my twin (who I text/call constantly) for consolation. She diagnosed low blood sugar (and she was right). I’ve been on so many diets over the years, that I rarely recognize hunger pains. Clearly, my body is trying other methods to get my attention.

Whenever I start feeling really really down, I pause and ask ‘Is this real or am I just hungry?’ To be fair, lately it has been real as I’ve grieved the loss of my fur baby Mavis. On this night in particular I ate a light lunch and had a snickers bar for my ‘dinner’, which caused a sugar spike and a sugar crash. (Note to self – snickers does not satisfy.) Anyway, I was sitting in choir, singing lovely Christmas music when that crash kicked in and I lost the Christmas Spirit. Bah Humbug!

So I found myself stopping at McDonald’s for some chicken nuggets on the way home. Mickey D’s is a rare meal choice for me, so quite the treat. The drive thru menu overwhelmed me. In fact, I find most drive thru menus to be annoying. They’ve got SOOOOO many options plastered across the screen that I don’t know where to start…and I panic as cars pile up behind me, cars full of hangry people suffering from low blood sugar. The nuggets hit the spot, although the fries were not super hot, which was disappointing. Yes, I know I should have/could have made healthier choices…and maybe, just maybe next time I will. In the heat of the moment, nuggets and fries spoke to me. Don’t judge me! And know that I’m not the only one making bad choices. The person in front of me ordered a shake, filet-o-fish sandwich and a fried pie! So there! Let’s face it. You’re not going to McDonald’s for a piece of celery. You’re hungry and need something fast.

Which brings me to today’s blog. There was a PSA on tv when I was growing up about hankerin’ for a hunka cheese.

I woke up this morning, singing this ditty from my childhood. I can’t imagine what I was dreaming about that triggered this song to the front of my mind. I’m quite sure the PSA had to be have been sponsored by the dairy association. Cheese and crackers are my go to snack/fast meal. Life would be near impossible for me if I were lactose intolerant. Now that Mad Men has exposed us all to the sordid worlds of advertisement, I imagine cigarettes and whiskey and storyboards surrounding the development of this silly campaign. Below is a sampling of the lyrics…who writes this stuff??

Here’s hoping I make better food choices today…although writing this makes me think some cheese and crackers might be a tasty lunch!