Goals and Peanuts

As of 12:30am on August 8th, I have set a new goal for myself. *Drumroll* No more eating in bed.

That's right. For the rest of August, at least, any consumption of food will be done anywhere but my bed. Preferably at the table, but I'm trying to set reachable expectations.

The reasons are these: (ooh! Anyone catch that Pushing Daisies connection? Mmm. How I love that show. Nothing makes me feel more twitterpated and girly than that show.)
-Food in bed leads to spills. I wash my sheets plenty, but I don't want a soup spill to create an unscheduled laundry trip.
-Food in bed equals crumbs in bed. No one wants to roll over onto crumbs. Ew.
-I own a dining room table, I should use a dining room table. That seems very adult-y. Eating at the table like a sophisticated person with my coffee and the NYT, reading over my reports before work.
-Eating at the table, setting everything out either on the plate or in front of me, makes the meal complete. I eat what is there and then I am finished. No more eating some yogurt. And then going back for a PB&J. But then deciding I need a few chicken nuggets. Then seeing the popsicles in the freezer as a get the nuggets. Pouring myself a glass of wine because I saw it when I reached for the ketchup for the nuggets. I'm like the mouse with the cookie. Only, instead of cleaning the entire house, I clean the entire refrigerator. We can talk more about my journey with food and eating in a later entry, but I'm always trying to eat healthier. And no-bed eating will help that.

As I re-read this, I wonder if I sound real gross to anyone. Maybe you're all picturing my bed surrounded by the squiggles like that one Peanuts kid. What was his name? Pig Pen? I sure hope that was a nickname. If not, his parents were really setting him up for failure with that name. Poor kid. Then again, if his parents allowed him to leave the house surrounded by A CLOUD OF DIRT, I'm guessing they weren't the most fit parents. In fact, if that comic was still being made, I would hope that the "whaa whaa" teacher would have called CPS on those parents.

Wait. What if the teacher was the only adult that talked like that? All of the others spoke normal. The conversation with CPS would be hilarious.
CPS: Child Protective Services, how can I help you?
Teacher: Whaa whaa wha whaaa. Whaa whaa.
CPS: I'm sorry, I think maybe your phone's cutting out. I can't understand you.
Teacher: Whaa whhaaa whaaa.
CPS: I don't...I can't...Is there maybe a bad connection?
Teacher: WHAA WHA WHAAAA! WHAA WHAAAA!!!
CPS: Maybe you can send an email?

Anyway. I promise I'm not a dirty kid. Not that it matters all that much because I'm the only one in my bed every night. But why not, right? I'll let you know when I reach my goal. What a silly and wonderful life I have.