Late Night Snack Spree

Every night around midnight, I find myself walking to the kitchen like a robot on autopilot. The fridge door opens with a creaky sigh, and out comes a tub of ice cream or a bag of chips that I shouldn't be eating. But tonight, as I reached for the cookie jar for the third time this week, it dawned on me: is this really just about hunger? Am I craving comfort in my sleepless nights, trying to fill an emptiness with empty calories? Time to rethink these midnight excursions.