Nocturnal Admissions...

As it has so many nights before, the long hand inches past 1:00 am and the small  voice inside my head wakens me and propels me to the kitchen to find something that will satisfy the emptiness that rouses me from my sleep, night after night!

This particular night, I find a jar of vegetable juice, freshly pressed just hours before bed.  The earthy goodness is released as I break the seal on the mason jar and the color of the juice entrances me. Ahhhh, this looks like something I need. Somewhere in my body I hear, YES! yes, drink it. Without hesitation, I screw the lid back on, place the jar back on the shelf and look for something else, something salty, something sweet, something that doesn't even reside in my fridge or my kitchen.

Now don't judge me, you know you've been there. You too, have made this journey to the fridge in the wee hours of the morning, hoping that no one will catch you. Creating concoctions that only a teenage boy would dare to eat.  But for us, foodies of the night, we search for something that deeply satisfies a craving that started in our early thirties, and  has haunted us ever since.

Journey with me as I explore these nocturnal behaviors and the other mysteries of menopause, and dare I say... life. Blog about your late night cravings and what you think they mean.

And for the record, I went on to eat a handful of chips with salsa, a spoon of almond butter, one piece of Cinnamon toast and finally.. the damn vegetable juice. Then and only then, did sleep find me!

M. Crary