Cravings...

People have been asking what I'm craving and I've had to disappoint them by telling them I haven't had any weird cravings. (Oh, and they so wanted to laugh at me too!) I've drank more chocolate milk than usual, I tell them, and for a while I was digging into the ice cream a little too hard.

Shortly before lunch today it hit me that I DID NOT want the ham and cheese sandwich that I'd responsibly brought. It's worth mentioning that I wasn't feeling an urge to go trecking to the cafeteria for a slice of pizza or a burger, and I didn't feel like hitting the vending machines for chocolate or raiding my drawer for ramen.

No, what I really wanted was to drive straight home, scramble some eggs and lovingly sandwich them between two slices of buttered toast.

Obviously that wasn't an option so I grudgingly ate my sandwich, some doritos and a mini-bag of mini-cookies (made with mini M&Ms and mini-chocolate chips). Filling my stomach helped, but the desire for the scrambled eggs only faded a little. It didn't consume me, but it was definitely the only food that sounded remotely appealing.

So, guess what I just ate for dinner.

If I wasn't full I'd eat another. And another. I guess there are worse things in life.