If possible, I go for a walk. If that doesn't work, I do something that prohibits even the possibility of eating--taking a long, luxurious bath, for instance, or giving myself a complete mani/pedi. Anything that you do with your hands is good, I find; focusing on doing something takes my focus away from snacks.
If I still want to nosh on something after all that, then maybe the answer is that I really am hungry. Bodies aren't machines and use fuel at irregular intervals; sometimes the 400-calorie lunch that fills you up on Tuesday doesn't do a thing for you on Friday. Snacky urges are genuine hunger sometimes, though it's sometimes tough for me to tell the difference (one of the things I'm trying to learn).
If I decide not to fight the urge, I dawdle over my food. The more I play with it--slicing fruit into thin slices, cutting carrots into matchstick-like strips, tying my string-cheese strings into knots before eating--the more satisfied I am when done.
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