Running out of fuel? Yikes! Avoid mayo madness

Chickadee,

I’m not the kind of person to let my car run of gas. In the 13 years I’ve been driving (flip! 13 years already?), it’s never happened. I usually don’t let the little orange needle thing on my dashboard get below the 1/4-full tank mark. I’m into taking risks but this isn’t the kind for me. Running out of fuel is a bad situation so no thank you. Walk along in search of a gas station in the midnight hour on a country road? No way, because surely, according to my imagination, I’d either get attacked by a rabid raccoon or some crazy would roll up his creepo van and insist on giving me a ride.

Nope, I’d much rather visit the gas station more often and not have to stress about that.

That’s why it’s entirely ridiculous that I let myself run out of fuel.

It doesn’t happen all that often but every once and a while, I get caught up in stuff such as work at the office, writing, reading and running here and there so much that I hardly pay attention to my body telling me that I’m hungry or tired!

No bueno. No bueno at all.

What happens is that I suddenly realize that I’m seriously so hungry, I could devour a pound of cheese and 10 gallons of ice cream. In fact, combining the two into one giant bowl sounds almost delicious. a tad hungry.

Tonight, I was driving from work to my sister’s softball game an hour away when I realized that I was borderline faint-ish. Chickadee, for a sec, I considered eating the semi-melted Tic-Tac chilling in my cup holder.

Yeah.

Nice job me. I know.

So I stopped at Jimmy John’s and scarfed down a #6. Cucumbers and sprouts were flying in a most unladylike way.

“Gotta run!” I explained to the chatty sandwich maker as I waved goodbye from the doorway. “I’m late for my sister’s softball game!” (I kind of wanted to make sure he knew I’m not normally so ravenous and that I’m actually quite polite, usually.)

And then…

Ten minutes into game watching…

Mayo madness hit my belly.

I forgot to ask them to hold the mayo! And I ate too fast!

Aaaaah. 85 degrees. Yelling parents who think they’re coaches. And…that mayo was kicking some major stomach lining and taking numbers.

So here I sit in my car with the AC blasting, realizing that inside of my purse, I have every thing you’d need in the world. Floss? Peppermint or plain? Forgot your camera? No prob. May I interest you in a notebook? Three highlighters? Care for a book? How about two? Yup. But no Tums.

This Monday night bellyache is a blessing, actually. I get to sit here and scribble this note to you. It’s mostly so that you’ll remind me later: Take good care of yourself. ‘Don’t run on empty and scarf a Jimmy John’s #6 with mayo! Yeesh, Jody! Remember the mayo madness.

You’re right.

We should always be mindful of our bodies. We’re smarter, sweeter, happier people when we’re rested and our bodies don’t have to break down last week’s pizza for energy we forgot to give it.

Tomorrow, I shall eat breakfast, even though I don’t feel hungry in the morning, pack a decent lunch and eat fruit for a snack in the afternoon. Also, I will drink a lot of H2O because it’s hot out!

Okay, I’ll get to bed now!

You remind me of the things I know but try to ignore sometimes. Thanks!

Good thing I have you in my life.

Hugs!

 

 

 

 

P.S. Thank you, ingridtaylar, for the photo.