Sunday, January 06, 2013
Loved the comments on my "craves and faves" blog: thank you!
Gotta say, however, that I'm with LINDA. Doesn't matter how long I "don't eat" kettle potato chips or "don't eat" french fries or "don't eat" cheesecake: I know perfectly well these are binge inducing craves that will trigger a sad expanding spiral. Yeah. Can't have 'em in the house.
It's a bit like cigarettes: I have not had a single cigarette in all the years I've been married to DH (33+) or for several years before that. (Working as a ward clerk in a cancer hospital for three summers effectively stopped me smoking . . . ). But: have NEVER ever stopped wanting to smoke. Not proud of it. Not self-righteous about having quit smoking either. Because I know. I'm one cigarette away from a pack a day, every day. Really. Even now. Especially with a coffee after an especially nice dinner . . .
So: don't have to smoke to survive, obviously. But do have to eat to survive. And kettle chips (that's my very worst "crave") are the food equivalent of cocaine for me. Yup. (Not that I've tried cocaine).
I respectfully accept that others have managed to wrestle their craves to the ground. Vanquished 'em. Permanently. No longer crave their craves, Can indulge moderately in their former craves with impunity. Respectfully? Heck: enviously would be more accurate.
But: in the immortal words of Dylan, "It ain't me babe. No no no it ain't me babe". And those kettle chips had better not come looking for me. Eternal vigilance works because it has to: if they're here, I'm gonna eat 'em and resistance is pretty much futile.