I have every confidence you burned off those snacks just thinking about your next day's activities!

 You're bringing back some fond memories for me Mr. Duderino!  That sounds like the early morning meal of so many of my compatriots when we were working night shifts.  Somehow a coffee and a yellow pouch of M&Ms or a coke and a bag of chips was just the ticket to make you feel just good enough to get you through the rest of the night.  We had a peer-run cupboard stocked with all the worst possible snacks you can imagine sold at cost on the honour system - so even if you didn't have a couple of bucks on you, you could indulge and pay later.  Sometimes my diabetic buddy, Walt, would dial up his insulin pump and join us in the decadence especially if he saw a box of donuts.  He'd make a big production out of the whole process just to make us laugh... he didn't do it all the time but he seemed to know when we needed a mood boost.   Ah, the good old days.