i noticed that late at night when people want to eat all kinds of foods, they look at me with such disdain because I don't want to eat. Sure I'll take a couple of bites of this or that but dive into a full meal, nope not for me. Then comes the question, well are you on a diet? No. I just don't eat late at night. I never have.
Growing up I ate at lunch and at dinner time. Sometimes I might eat at breakfast but not always. If I got hungry late at night, I'll have some tea to warm my stomach and go to bed. The truth is we never had late night snacks. Well maybe crackers or something but thats about it.
The real reason though of why I don't eat at night is because a lesson learned freshman year of college (I think that's when I learned all my lessons).
The Late Night Cafeteria.
It sounded good, especially since I got in late after work and I wasn't physically paying with money because it was on a card that was given to me. I could get chicken wings, fries, pizzas, ice cream, and my favorite: smoothies. It was also a social gathering: you could study with friends, joke around, and meet new people.
But something strange would happen over night. While I slept, the evil of greasy foods would turn in my tummy. There was a war going on and it left me defeated every morning. Because every morning after a late night binge was a trip to the stalls for an explosion of gases and particles that I didn't know came out that end of my anatomy. So I learned quickly, you don't put greasy, delicious foods in your tummy before you go to bed.
Now when I'm out and I see everybody stuffing there face with everything they ordered, I thank God that I won't have to be in their home while the eruption of internal gases leaks under the crevices of the bathroom door. Its just another lesson learned when you're cooking with grease. (may the irony consume you all)
