An Empty Bag!

My morning begins with a bit of anxiety over the deadline for my column. It is written and ready for the presses. Except for one minor problem. I realize that a fellow writer has an already published, very well written article, similar in genre to mine.  I was feeling so accomplished, so organized. What shall I do? Where shall I go? Feeling all Scarlett O'Hara-ish, I sent off a memo to my editor, hoping to be saved.

So, I wait.  A million and one disconnected thoughts float around in my head. Clearly I am not a master of stress. I am, however, a master of eating when stressed.

Errand hopping in anticipation of my daughter and son-in-laws visit tomorrow, I stop at Whole Foods where I am seduced by the chip aisle. Damn that aisle! I grab a bag of PopCorners. I had these recently on a Jetblue flight. "The new shape of popcorn." They are delicious! Of course I had every intention of saving them for the children. Driving home I hit every red light. I glance down at my phone.  Four emails. Oprah, I did not text, email or otherwise engage in any phone usage. But, knowing there was mail, potentially one from my editor was enough. Enough for me to grab that PopCorner bag and tear into it. There are five servings of these savory little snacks. The bag was empty by the time I arrived home. I loosen my belt as I scan the computer screen. Oh, the editor is pleased with my submission. I read the back of the flattened chip bag "They're air popped with real corn...so you can snack smart." Apparently, not.