Chew Toys vs. Real Food: Andre’s Day 1

Chew Toys vs. Real Food: Andre’s Day 1

  My dogs had chew toys, and when they didn’t, they found other things to chew on. Chairs in the living room, the kids’ toys, clothes, blankets, and even their own dog house. We gave them chew toys to distract them from chewing our house apart. When I don’t eat, I tend to get cranky. This becomes most apparent to me during a round of 25 in Change (which is not a great time to start getting cranky). I become irritable and tend to snap at people. In that moment, I blame low blood sugar, but recently I wonder if I’m any better than a poorly trained puppy who needs a chew toy so he doesn’t chew the head off something (or somebody) in the house.   That being said, I’m pretty sure there is some food in my life that is nothing more than tasty chew toys that keep me distracted. Things that aren’t nutritious and basically just stop me from going nuts—although I really should go for the nuts, because those are actually good for me. No, I’m talking about the stuff in my life that I chew on and (sort of) digest that provides no food-like value. I get done eating them, and I still feel hungry. I viciously open a bag of them, consume them without bothering to taste them, and later find myself covered in orange dust wondering how it all happened so quickly. In order to not be sued by corporations for slander of their “food” product, let me just say my chew toy is usually orange, crunchy, “cheesy” (I’m told it’s cheesy...