(BIG MISTAKE TYRA!)I’m sure a large percentage of sleep-eaters became so because of some rupture in their relationship with food, like me: I’m terrified of becoming fat but can’t commit or affiliate myself with any of the conventional eating disorders. Nevertheless, I obsess over food so often it’s spilled into my unwaking hours. My favorite activities are centered on eating: ANTM dinner night, dating, trivia night. I even get giddy putting things other than cheese in my cheese platter.
There is a direct relationship between the quality, quantity and pacing of my food intake during my day and my ability to enjoy my day. Last week I sealed three entire bags full of Katsu-breaded, coconut shrimp and set them aside for my lunch, then ate them in the middle of the night, woke up and accused my roommate of eating them. It went something like this:
Me: I can’t find my shrimp, and you and I are the only ones who eat meat in the house.
Roommate: I don’t know where they are. I saw them yesterday but I didn’t eat them. I wish I ate them but I didn’t eat them.
Me: Well, they’re not in the fridge.
Roommate: I don’t know.
(Five minutes later)
Me: Hey, Elly, I found the Ziplock bag the shrimp were in in my bed. I’m sorry for accusing you of eating them
Roommate: How did you forget eating a whole bag of shrimp?
Me: I’ve been sleep-eating. I’ve been meaning to tell you guys but I was hoping it would go away.
Roommate: That’s really weird.
Me: I’m ready to talk about it now.
Admitting to my roommates that I have a problem with sleep-eating is more embarrassing than forgetting lunch in elementary school and being forced to eat the free PB&J with water for drink. To top it all off, it's breaking me. If I eat my lunch at 4a.m. everyday, I have to spend an extra $5 on a replacement lunch.
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