Craving sweets (and, yet, not wanting any of them).
Friday, September 21, 2012
I actually went out in search of sweets this evening (I'm premenstrual and I crave chocolate like Greek gods yearn for ambrosia), but it was a frustrating experience. Why? you didn't ask, but I'll pretend you did. Mainly because every time I found something even remotely acceptable, I would automatically check the nutrition label, freak out, and put it back on the shelf. Heck, I even stopped in Krispy Kreme and came out empty-handed. I kept thinking about the high sugar content in the doughnuts, and how the body eventually converts excess sugar in the blood to fat and stores it. (Or something to that effect, yeah?)
I finally settled on a plain regular-sized Hershey's bar, but I only ate a quarter of it and accompanied it with a small serving of Kellogg's All-Bran. And now I'm just kind of grossed out, because the chocolate was too sweet. Seriously, what is wrong with me?