Tuesday at 5:40 both kids hit the snack drawer while I was boiling pasta, and I caught myself eating their goldfish standing up. I’m in week two on my shot, and I’d been half-thinking about rushing the plan, so I wrote down what actually happened instead: three handfuls before dinner, no real hunger, just chaos.
I moved the cheese sticks and cut carrots to the front, put the crackers on the top shelf, and taped a sticky note that says “sit or skip.” Wednesday was still loud, but I only grabbed one cheese stick and sat with them. Small thing, weirdly grounding.
What’s your snack-drawer triage trick?