Snack fat 

I’m scared of it

I’m hungry, but I can’t eat. 

There’s no snackables, only cookables.

My sensible, rational self, has prepared for my insomniac self to wake up, ravenous and filled with hunger pangs.

My sensible, rational and weight-watching self understands that this insomniac self will devour all manner of terrible food choices in the wee hours of the morning and so…she prepares.

She protects against the spur of the moment, unsound reasoning of one who sleeps in short spurts.

The fuel needed to sustain all these cohesive selves through the day does not contain Red-40 and hydrolyzed corn syrup.