Two kids, sports schedules, and a 6 p.m. dinner that looks like a hostage negotiation. Usually by 9 I'm standing in the pantry eating crackers while cleaning up.
I'm six weeks in, and last night I made their lunches, saw the open snack drawer, and just... closed it. Made tea instead. No white-knuckling it, no mental bargaining. The appetite change is one thing, but the late-night fridge pull being quieter is the win I didn't expect.
Not saying every night is like that — Tuesday I ate a handful of goldfish over the sink. But last night felt like a small miracle. Anyone else notice the after-bedtime grazing habit fading first?