I don’t know about you, but I get ANGRY when I don’t eat. Hangry. My blood sugar dips to a perilous low and those around me have two options: stick some food into my face, or GTFO. It’s not one of my best qualities, but I acknowledge it and do what I can to manage it.
And when I’m training for a race I turn into a bottomless pit, especially at night after cross training or on rest days: rungry. I freely admit I struggle to keep all of that food in the “healthy” region, mainly because I cannot say no to a delicious sweet treat. For example, allow me to introduce you to my newest discovery (and quite possibly what I will be eating for lunch and dinner after my half marathon on Sunday):
Guys, this is bad. Like, “eat the whole bag in one sitting and wake up the next day questioning an entire life’s worth of decisions” bad.
I just bought a box on Sunday and between my husband and I, we’re already down one row. I snag one every night and bring one in to work for a treat. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not the worst thing I could be eating: each cookie is like 80 calories, and worth the splurge if you ask me. And once we tear through this package, I’ll definitely think twice before buying another. Bringing voodoo like that into the house is dangerous.
All I know is that writing this post has made me super hangry (rungry?) and now I’m going to cry into my Chobani while I look at photos of these delicious brownie-filled cookies.