#throwbackthursday Victus Obscurum

Please tell me I wasn’t the only mother of teenagers who hid “special” food so the adults could enjoy it. We had the leftover labeling system that said things like: “No” and “Do Not Eat This”. But sometimes those signs were overlooked in my sons’ momentary lapses of selective literacy. 


I realized yesterday I might have an eating disorder when I found myself in the basement huddled over a bag of potato chips I had uncovered from its hiding place. When I’m feeling snackish it is necessary for me to sneak downstairs and nosh in secret being mindful of loud crunchy noises and keeping an eye out on the door for interlopers. I will even lie to the offspring if they ask me: “Do we have anymore chips and salsa? “ I bat my eyelashes and look at them dead in the eye shaking my head as I’m picturing the bag of chips and cans of salsa. My hiding places depend upon my sons’ inherited Male Pattern Blindness and so I put ice cream and sorbet behind the frozen vegetables and snack food behind boring things like large boxes of healthy cereal. But I must confess this sneaking around makes me feel weird like I’m some sort of food obsessed woman who isn’t “allowed” to eat snacks because I’ll throw them up after eating two bags of chips and two boxes of cookies in one sitting; or my BMI is 50% and I was told to lose weight or die. Luckily the idea of barfing makes me a little urpy and I‘m keeping my BMI well below 50%. Over eating and bulimia aren‘t the disorders I suffer. My eating disorders are Wally and Beav and if I didn’t hide the chips, cookies and ice cream I would never have the luxury of even getting to make unhealthy food choices.

Hmmm…maybe I should liberate the chips and sorbet from captivity to help nudge off my spare ten pounds. I bet my snacks would be gone within two hours after I left them out in the open. The only thing left would be the empty packages, a few crumbs on the floor and dirty spoons in the sink. The poor dears have those gross and fine motor skill deficits that cause a person to have an inability to throw empty packages away or put dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I probably should have them seen by a physical therapist for this, huh. Oh well their disability will just make them stronger.

Is there SSI for this sort of thing?

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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4 Responses to #throwbackthursday Victus Obscurum

  1. Male pattern blindness??? Haaaaa! I have seen that all my life, too. Now I have midlife pattern blindness. Yeah, that secretive stuff? I know it. I do. Gotta stop.Cold turkey. Yep.


    • Laura says:

      I didn’t have to hide stuff from Mr. C and Brother when they were here but yummy snacks would mysteriously show up in the shopping cart or in the freezer and I have NO self control. I almost hid the ice cream from myself. LOL


  2. I agree with Carol, Male Pattern Blindness cracked me up. I was just explaining to my teenage niece over Christmas break that men think women’s uterus’ are equipped with GPS because we are supposed to know where everything is and they can never find anything if it isn’t right in front of them! I also used to hide stuff like this from my two teenagers when they were still at home! I had to or I would never get even a taste of them. I am a salty snacker so my favorite chips would sometimes go inside of a shredded wheat box! Don’t worry your secret is safe with me!


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