Crispix & Me

Today I ate the hugest bowl of cereal. It always happens at the end. I poured what I call "the last bowl from this box." Here's what happened. The last time I poured from the Crispix box, I "calculated" the weight by holding it in my hand. I "measured" the amount of cereal inside by shaking the box a little. Good enough to deduce that there was one normal bowl amount left. Except this morning when I went for my bowl, I was wrong. I grossly miscalculated and there was way more cereal in there than I thought.

But by this time, there's nothing I can do. I've commited to pouring out the whole box and you bet I'm going to finish it off. When I started pouring, based on my belief (though erroneous) that there was one normal-sized portion left of cereal, I went into it fully intending on this being the last bowl, no matter what. That was the original plan. I have to follow through. And I then helplessly watch the mound in my bowl grow higher and higher with cereal and cereal crumbs and cereal dust until I'm left with a mountain that would feed not only me but my ten friends as well. I've commited to that last bowl. The cereal's in the bowl. I'm eating all of it. So i sliced up a large banana, poured the milk, and ate it, and now I kind of want to throw up.

And all in the name of what? My pride? stubbornness? My weird obsession with sticking to the plan? some weird OCD tendency? Who knows, but I am what I am.