Emotions, Cravings, and the Battle of Uber Eats

The shredding phase—the part of the fitness journey where your stomach turns into a rebellious teenager, demanding snacks at ungodly hours. Naturally, intermittent fasting is back on the menu, and as always, my discipline with workouts is rock solid. But nutrition? That’s a different story.

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m not out here stuffing my face with donuts and milkshakes(I wish I was). My issue isn’t about eating junk; it’s about sticking to my eating window. I’ll have my designated meals like a responsible adult, but then evening rolls around, and suddenly, I’m in a heated negotiation with myself over whether a protein snack technically counts as breaking the fast. (Spoiler: It does.)

The Ultimate Test: A Night of Hunger and Uber Eats Temptation

Yesterday, I faced my greatest enemy yet—late-night cravings. I was starving. My stomach was practically screaming for a late-night snack, and I found myself opening the Uber Eats app. Once. Twice. Three times. Actually, “multiple times” doesn’t even cover it. If Uber Eats had a tracking system for app openings, I’d be on some kind of watchlist. But just as I was about to give in, I remembered something my therapist once told me. I can’t recall the exact words (because let’s be honest, I was probably too busy thinking about food at the time), but the gist of it was: “Do not let your body make decisions for you.”

At that moment, something clicked. I wasn’t just hungry—I was being tested. My body was trying to punk me. The sheer audacity of it! Me? Controlled by a mere stomach growl? Absolutely not. So instead of caving, I grabbed the nearest water bottle and chugged like I was stranded in the desert. Did it make the hunger go away? No. Did it trick my stomach into momentary submission? Also no. But did I feel victorious? Absolutely.

The Hunger Games: Winning the Battle

I won’t lie; I was still hungry and mildly annoyed about being hungry. But here’s the thing—once I reframed it as me vs. my body, the idea of letting a mere craving win felt absurd. I decided, right then and there, that I was the boss. My stomach doesn’t tell me what to do—I tell it what to do.

I went to bed with a mix of triumph and mild suffering. The hunger didn’t magically disappear, but the sense of accomplishment overshadowed it. And guess what? I woke up feeling amazing. Energized, even. Mind you, I was still a little hungry, but the hunger came with pride. I had proven to myself that I am in control.

Final Thoughts: You Can Do It Too

If I, the self-proclaimed CEO of Uber Eats app openings, can resist the siren call of late-night snacking, so can you. The first battle is always the hardest, but once you realize that you are in charge—not your cravings, not your stomach, not the evil late-night snack demons—you start to feel unstoppable.

So next time hunger tries to sweet-talk you into an unnecessary meal, just remember: your body doesn’t make the decisions—you do.

And if all else fails, just drink an absurd amount of water and pretend it’s a gourmet feast. Works every time.