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Even though I’m not self-employed, and should be, I still get Sunday Night Anxiety. Used to be a lot worse. SNA is why I began having to use a bite guard while I sleep to keep from destroying my teeth as I grind, and at one point about a year or so ago I was also taking that natural supplement that makes you sleepy (forgot the name).
But even now with make-my-own-hours days I still have anxiety about all that I must get accomplished for my business come Monday. One way I tend to cope with anxiety is by eating. In the last month I got on a waffle kick, even though I wasn’t terribly stressed. I think I had one stressful string of days which produced the desire of waffles, and it lit the fire.
So rather than me buying waffles every grocery trip, my wife used our Sam’s membership to purchase a 60-ct box of Eggo waffles, and for her own ammusement, wanted to see how long I would make them last. That was just shy of a month ago, and they’re all gone.
Tonight as I was telling friends at house church, they responded by saying they could resonate with my “food neurosis,” and it got me thinking about the odd ways in which I eat stuff.
I know of only one other person that will admit to eating waffles the way I do. Tonight I think my friends were agreeing that they did similar things. My method is like this: Whenever I eat anything it is in quantities or multiples of 2. I never buy just one candy bar or eat one thing – it must be 2 or a multiple of 2. Then, when I eat, for instance, waffles, I have to put the majority of butter on the lower one so the heat from the top one will melt the lower one into a buttery utopia. Then when I eat the waffles, I square them first, cutting off the edges so that the round Eggo is a perfect square. After eating the top one, I then am ready to dissect and eat the bottom one. I cut and eat methodically, savoring the last and best, most buttery-bundle of goodness for The Last Bite. MMMMMmmmmmmmm…….
My food neurosis is not applicable to everything. We had mexican Friday night, and I see that as a very user-friendly food. Almost every bite is going to be fantastic. Same with Thai or pizza. But give me a sandwich and I’ll automatically scope out the best area for The Last Bite, and work my way toward it.
I have certain other neurosis that could probably qualify me as having a few OCD tendencies. For instance, before putting my arms through a coat or long-sleeve shirt I have to sort of do this test poke thing a couple of times before putting my arm through. I don’t do this consciously – it’s all automatic. I also am very particular on having my clothing adjusted just-so before driving. I HATE having my clothes wadded up in any area of my body while driving. Speaking of clothes, my closet is organized by my self-created categories, and even my under garments are organized by preference or by what day it is.
Probably shouldn’t get too detailed about all my other particularities. Suffice to say, it took a very special person to marry me, to be ok with how high-maintenance I can be in areas.
