Me vs. Late Night Munchies

Before you even ask.....I am NOT high.  Now that's out of the way.

This awful affliction strikes actors everywhere and there's no hiding from it.  Even if you are not an actor, just follow me on this one.  You know those nights when you've had to study late, sit up with the crying baby, closed down the bar or....OK.....danced with the Chronic?  So now we are all on the same page, right?  Good.

Late night munchies are the actors' foil.  You come home from the theater in the wee hours, full of calorie-burning adrenaline, literally running on fumes because, chances are, you only ate a carrot stick washed down with some Throat Coat tea before the show in fear of digestive unrest (to put it nicely).  In your refrigerator are luscious slices of pepperoni pizza because your other half didn't feel like cooking in your absence.  In the cupboard are cozy, comforting boxes of carbs cleverly disguised under the name "Barilla".  Oh yeah, I'd like to take a little trip to Italy at....ummm.....2am?????  Did I fail to mention that there is also fresh fruit, veggies and Icelandic Skyr yogurt in the fridge and oatmeal and low sodium Triscuits in the pantry?  Yeah, I thought I did.  But how can I possibly concentrate when I can be "transported" to an Italian piazza alive with cheesy, starchy goodness?  Transported for at least 5 glorious minutes....the time it took me to SCARF DOWN that pizza.

Yes kids.  Last night I lost this particular battle.  

But I am not beating myself up over it...you can count on that!  After a very stressful 9 hour day of rehearsal, I'm sure I could've found numerous bad choices lurking about in the kitchen with which I could easily have OD'd.  And the lesson learned came in the form of killer heartburn that woke me up somewhere around 5am......

Sometimes we slip and fall.  But we can always get up and remember to be more careful next time.

Peace,

PJ