Nigh Shift Noshing

"I will not steal my coworkers's reese pieces," is the mantra I recite in my head as she goes down to smoke, leaving a rather large, multiple-serving reese pieces bag merely a snatch away.


"Lynn will forget her honey bun exists if i... just..." ::SLAM!!:: bun down the gullet. Chewing may or may not have been involved.... I couldn't possibly remember; it all happened so quickly.

delicous or detestable?

        Who am I? I am the night shift nurse attempting to defy everything my body is telling me to do. By day, I abhor prepackaged "baked goods" and candy bars and anything like unto it. By night, I might swipe the donut as you raise it to your awaiting jaws. Nevermind the raging and/or bottoming-out grehlin and leptin hormones begging my body to consume such filth!
        I have resolved to defy the odds, spurn my inner desires, and meet eyeball-to-eyeball with the brute called night-shift nourishment. Thereby, my body will not amount to epic proportions as my career does. I question the non-existence of snack time! I propose that consuming more than a day's worth of calories during one break is less than optimal! I admonish those who believe caffeine and real food are created equal!
Maybe I'll start the healthiest, most-popular night shift fad lifestyle change my hospital has ever seen!

  .....or maybe I'll continue to do what I am about to do:
                              sneak off to eat a banana by myself.