It’s been said that the hardest part is admitting when you have a problem and is the first step to “recovery.”

You talkin’ bout me??

I’ll admit to having a problem but I don’t know that I’m really ready to recover from it.

You can call me stubborn, unyielding or even pig-headed all you want but it isn’t going to change my stance.

My “problem” isn’t hurting anyone and I don’t really know why I need to stop.

To tell you the truth, I don’t even know when this whole thing started but last night I think I sank to a new low.

I think I may have a form of Sleep Eating Disorder.

I don’t have the open the fridge at midnight and eat random stuff kind of problem and I don’t think I’m technically asleep.

But almost every night of the week I wake up and head to the bathroom. After taking care of my business I find my way to the kitchen (sometimes I stop in the kitchen first).

Do we have any brownies?

I don’t think I’ve ever gone to the fridge for anything but I always end up in the pantry. I fumble around in the dark until I find the cookies. Then I pop one in my mouth and head back to bed.

My cookie-breath has even woken Tammy up a couple of times.

Tammy: (half asleep) Why do I smell brownies?
Me: Hmmm… I don’t know. (chew, chew, chew)

Normally it’s a pretty simple process that runs smoothly.

But last night I hit a snag and that’s when I realized I might have a problem.

Last night I proceeded to go through my routine only to find that the cookies hadn’t been opened.

Instead of just going back to bed I took the cookies over to the counter, pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the end off the pack. Then I got a cookie, put them back in the pantry and headed back to bed.

Tammy didn’t say anything about smelling brownies this time but as drifted back off to sleep I thought about what I just did.

But I realized I won’t have to do that again for a long time considering the size of the pack of cookies.

Problem solved.