We all know the devil invented low fat ice cream. I’m convinced he also authors late night hunger pangs. Let me illustrate. Late last night, while trying to read a mystery novel, these voices fill my head:
Devil: There’s still a piece of that Ultimate Chocolate Cake on the kitchen counter.
Angel: You already had a nice piece of cake earlier…
Devil: Exactly! All you need is a spoonful, maybe two. What’s the harm?
Angel: One spoonful of that cake is a gazillion calories.
Devil: Calories, schmalories! It’s your birthday!
Angel: Hmmm…Yeah, you know, it is your birthday…
Devil: And after you have some cake, there are those Italian cookies your husband brought home from the bakery.
Angel: You had to push it! No! No cake, no cookies!
The Devil Invented Low Fat Ice Cream–revisited
Devil: Aw, come ooon! You are really huuuungry! Feel that emptiness in your belly…gnawing, gnawing…
Angel: That’s not hunger, that’s a healthy stomach at rest. The gnawing is from being tired, and you’re too stubborn to go to bed.
Devil: OK, forget the cake, eat an orange, an orange is healthy and low in calories.
Angel: Go to bed! It’s….Holy Cow! It’s almost midnight! You can have an orange in the morning. That’s a good girl. Say your prayers…close your eyes…Nighty-night. (Whew!…That was close.)