Fasting Grogginess

It should be stated that my family likes food. By food, I of course mean junk food. It is standard that if you come to the house, the counter will be filled with junk (Cheetos, Mike & Ikes, Pretzels, ect.). If you accompany us to the zoo, movies, church, there is some sort of snack bag. If you come on road trips with us there is a standard gas station stop before beginning the journey (Cheetos, Smart Popcorn, Cheetos, Chex Mix, Cheetos)…or if you’re my mom…Fruit Loops.

If we don’t keep that blood sugar high, one of two things happens. If you’re like some people in my family (dad), you get cranky. By cranky, I of course mean nasty. If you’re like me, you get a little loopy.

Today I needed to fast. So, I decided that it would be a FANTASTIC idea to go to the grocery store this morning. Smart, Dayna, really smart. I felt a little drowsy before setting out…but I proceeded.

First stop: Target, my favorite store in the world. After stocking up on goodies for Friday night’s movie fest with the niece and nephews, I was off to the grocery store. I should have known things were going down hill when I nearly ran a red and started seeing pink elephants in the streets (kidding…about the red).

Anyway. I got to the grocery store with my list. I thought it was going well, except for the fact that pushing the cart felt like I was trying to move a mountain. I got everything on the list. I had accomplished the goal.

That was until my dad arrived home and started looking through the fridge and cupboards.

Dad: Dayna. What is this caffeine free, Pepsi?

Me: No. Caffeine free, DIET, Pepsi.

Dad: Um. No. This says Pepsi, not diet. The can is gold, not white. I’m not drinking this! This has 150 calories per can.

Me: Oops. I could have sworn that said diet.

Dad: Dayna. What are these pineapple chunks?

Me: No. Pineapple Tidbits.

Dad: Um. No. Chunks.

Me: I don’t know what is happening! I didn’t buy anything I thought I bought. I honestly don’t really remember the shopping trip.

Dad: Dayna! People usually buy a bunch of junk when they go to the store hungry. You just bought a bunch of the wrong stuff.

Me: YOU KNOW WHAT?!? You’re gonna eat it and you’re gonna like it. At least it’s not somebody’s leftover turkey from their plate. It’s food…you’re welcome, sir.

The leftover turkey on the plate is another fantastic Nick LeMasters' childhood story. I'll save that for later...let you imagination run wild!