a large, freshly baked, chocolate chip cookie laden with macadamia nuts would be swell, too. but mostly, i really want french fries.
sure, i’ve got a box of thin mints and leftover ice cream cake from my mom’s birthday sitting in the freezer, and half a box of samoas. but who cares? no big deal. i want
moooore something savory. and as delightful as girl scout cookies and ice cream are in their own right, neither will do it for me right now.
i just had a bowl of instant ramen, which never really satisfies even when i do crave it, am i right? especially after i’ve had real ramen. but given the rain today, i thought something soupy and noodle-y would suit, and also curb me from getting a big mac (buy one get one free until sometime later this month) with my french fry purchase.
oh yeah, the fact that a mcdonald’s is within walking distance = bad news bears.
where did this monster craving for fries even come from, i wondered to myself. is it that time of the month?
is it because i resumed running now that the weather’s let up and now my metabolism’s switched gears?
all of the above?
what’s fascinating is that exercise usually dulls my cravings for junk food. i’m not keen on smoothies or bananas but after i run, those are foods i want to stuff myself with.
but i wonder if quickening my metabolism has only served to stir the monster within. what it is that turns my mr. hyde-ish hankerings into more dr. jekyll-like inclinations?
yesterday as i imagined myself marching into mcdonald’s after my run, it became apparent my running would only stave off weight gain, rather than spur on weight loss. my brother suggested that i lose weight before i start law school to offset potential/likely weight gain from the sedentary nature of the academic lifestyle. he pointed out that our friend had gained 30 pounds during his 1L, though my sister-in-law pointed out that said friend also subsisted on a steady diet of pizza bagels and hot pockets.
and almost miraculously, in the course of typing this, my craving for fries has disappeared, as though the appetite were a turtle retreating into its shell. though i still would gladly welcome the aforementioned cookie.
somewhere in this confession of my hormone-and-exercise-induced hankering for french fries is a metaphor for self-control, surrender, discernment, and desires.
shall we continue the discussion in the comments?