What snack would you eat right now?
I try not to snack. Not because snacking is inherently bad, but because I’m old enough now to know how quickly I put on weight if I pretend my body still runs on the metabolism of my twenties.
When you’re younger, you can eat a little here and there and it barely registers. As you get older, everything counts. Portions matter. Patterns matter. And the space between meals is where good intentions quietly unravel.
That said, right now I feel like dried figs and plain yoghurt.
It’s not a loophole, and it’s not a compromise with myself. I like the dense sweetness of the figs, the clean tang of the yoghurt, the way it feels both simple and satisfying. But enjoying something isn’t the same as being unrestrained by it. I can like a thing and still need boundaries around it. In fact, the older I get, the more I’m learning that enjoyment and restraint aren’t opposites. They’re partners.
So yes—figs and plain yoghurt. Not as a truce, and not as a treat I “got away with,” but as a small, sensible pleasure. The kind that fits the life I’m actually living now.
The Afterword 
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