Blast! I had forgotten about this one! I wish I could remember how long I had not gone without eating cereal at night. There were probably a good two or three weeks in there that I didn’t have any. But then, my dear husband bought some sort of honey graham-flavored Life cereal, and just … mmmm. He tells me that the fact that it’s HIS cereal should be enough to stop me from eating it. But as all of our other food is communal, his words hold little weight. Especially at midnight, when I’m writing or working, and I’ve gotta take a break for a minute, and I see the box of cereal on the fridge.

I may take the kindergarten route and draw a little smiley face on my calendar for every day that I didn’t feast on cereal after dinner. If I see two weeks of smileys, I’ll be less likely to give in to the craving.