Guilty Cravings
I love food. One of my enjoyment in life is to cook good food. Another even bigger enjoyment is to eat good food. Unfortunately, my definition of good food is not always healthy. In fact, more often than not, they are the most unhealthy food ever.
And then, every now and then, I will get this craving for some of the most unhealthy stuff ever. Sometimes it is some kind of sweet pastries, sometimes it is fatty breakfast comfort food, sometimes it is a specific snack, etc, etc.
Today, it is fried chicken.
I have no idea why, but periodically I get this strong cravings for fried chicken. For whatever reason, I will periodically wanting to sink my teeth into one of those crispy, oily chicken. As I eat, I can just picture the fatty acids get absorbed from my intestines, pass through my liver, get processed into cholesterol, and clogging up my arteries. And sometimes, the chicken don't even taste that good. I mean, it is not like tears of joy and deliciousness will flow out of my eyes everytime I eat those damn fried chickens.
Even then, I just cannot seem to get rid of those urges. Just like I cannot resist the urges forcing my to stop by McDonald's for breakfast with their oil laden hash brown, the urges to get a bag of chip and eat half of it, the urges to get some cheesecake the other day, and god knows whatever other urges that will pop up in my mind later.
Stupid brain, stupid urges, and most of all, stupid Judy....
And then, every now and then, I will get this craving for some of the most unhealthy stuff ever. Sometimes it is some kind of sweet pastries, sometimes it is fatty breakfast comfort food, sometimes it is a specific snack, etc, etc.
Today, it is fried chicken.
I have no idea why, but periodically I get this strong cravings for fried chicken. For whatever reason, I will periodically wanting to sink my teeth into one of those crispy, oily chicken. As I eat, I can just picture the fatty acids get absorbed from my intestines, pass through my liver, get processed into cholesterol, and clogging up my arteries. And sometimes, the chicken don't even taste that good. I mean, it is not like tears of joy and deliciousness will flow out of my eyes everytime I eat those damn fried chickens.
Even then, I just cannot seem to get rid of those urges. Just like I cannot resist the urges forcing my to stop by McDonald's for breakfast with their oil laden hash brown, the urges to get a bag of chip and eat half of it, the urges to get some cheesecake the other day, and god knows whatever other urges that will pop up in my mind later.
Stupid brain, stupid urges, and most of all, stupid Judy....