Confessions of a Mess

I forgot my lunch yesterday. I was so busy catching up on assignments, cleaning my slum of a room and figuring out how to pay off the phone I had just lost, that lunch time was over before I knew it. In theory this should excuse me from later committing the sin of a mid-afternoon snack. In theory, that is, except that my mid afternoon snack consisted of a packet of chips and a brownie. This ‘theory’ falters even further as I admit that while I forgot eating my lunch, I still did actually eat it.

Yes, I confess: I am an uncommitted eater. I am one of those people who try to squeeze in everything at once, and consequently forget the important things. Like the fact I had eaten. A self-committed member of procrastinators anonymous, I leave everything so late that my basic human functions take second priority – like eating. (On another note, this scattered behaviour is also what caused me to have my second phone in three weeks stolen.)

My lunch was actually quite nutritious: a Greek salad with Turkish bread, it was also definitely substantial. If I had treated lunch like a proper meal time, my body would have realised this and wouldn’t have forced me to resort to junk food.