Food cravings -- we all get them. Initially you experience the "a scoop of Rocky Road sure would taste good" phase. Since you have no Rocky Road in the house you try to put it out of your mind. Treat it as a mere passing thought.
Doing your taxes tonight is a passing thought. Cleaning the fridge is a passing thought. Wanting a scoop of Rocky Road is never a passing thought. It pitches camp in your brain. It WANTS Rocky Road and it wants it NOW. Only the frequent craver knows that the only way to dislodge the thought, free up millions of brain cells and get on with your life is to get the damn Rocky Road.
It doesn't matter what state of undress you're in or how dishevelled you look. PJs don't matter. State of hair and makeup? Secondary. You are on a mission. Throw on a trench, pull on a hat and power walk your Rocky Road deprived self to the nearest market for a pint. Only then will life be good again.
Most of us would go the distance to satisfy a Rocky Road attack, but what if it wasn't chocolate ice cream? What if it was something from another food group entirely? What if it was Brussels sprouts?
Are you still there?
It was the same process, the same intensity and I made my way to the market in search of the mini-cabbages with just as much determination.
A craving is a craving is a craving. And I picked up a pint of Rocky Road while I was there for later -- just in case.
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