I have a weird habit of sleep eating sometimes. I tend to get up at night, go to the kitchen and eat whatever I find. While this sounds funny to most people, my stomach is having a hard time dealing with the late night eating. I wish I could stop, but I don’t seem to have any control over this part of my behavior.
Last night sh*t got even more real. Upon waking up this Sunday morning, I entered the kitchen and remembered that I must have made a coffee at night, at around 3 or 4 AM. I only drank half of the cup and went back to sleep. If there is a God out there, please make me stop.