Dave keeps putting out little bowls of almonds---not the honeyed ones, not the salted ones, not even the skinned ones. He puts out bowls of skin-on, salt-off, crunchy, naked almonds. He puts them out about 6 inches away from my laptop.
I am not an almond person. If not for the price and the caloric count, I would be a macadamia person, or a pecanperson.
So why am I sitting here in the dark, eating nuts I don't like, and eating lots of them I might add?
I don't think it's a lack of self-discipline. Why, I've been known to pass on glitzy nailpolish, avoid wine for days on end, miss out on HUGE sales and wake up before 6---all in the name of self-discipline, so that can't be it.
I don't think it's a lack of nutrient thing, like the people who eat dirt or chalk just to get a healthy buzz. I know it has nothing to do with exercising my jaws or sharpening my teeth; I don't think it's because there's nothing else available.
Since I'm alone in the room, I don't think it's for the nuisance value of chomping, chomping, chomping followed by searching, searching, searching for little nut nuggets with my tongue.
What a conundrum!! Oh well, it doesn't really matter anyway now, since the bowl is empty.