You’ve heard about these guys, right? The cheetah and the dog at the San Diego Zoo that are best buds in spite of their instincts? That dog should have been a snack AGES ago; but, the cheetah loves the dog and the feeling seems to be mutual. Strange bedfellows, no doubt.
Yesterday afternoon, my mind drifted to the subject of strange bedfellows, drifted right on through that and ended up at estranged bedfellows – specifically, PMS cravings and my current menu. Verily I say unto you, never the two shall meet. Not even close.
You and I, we’ve been having these little visits for months now; so, we’re friends and I can tell you that I’m PMSing in a big way. The thing is, when I have food cravings this time of the month, I can normally pinpoint what it is that I want. This month, I can’t.
In addition to feeling cranky, I’m feeling lazy, as well, and I want something convenient. I’ve been running through the list of foods I haven’t eaten in over a month now and I’m coming up empty. I got nothing that sounds like it will do the trick. Last night, I ate one of the cupcakes I made for a coworker and that didn’t do it, either. (I must say, though, that the cupcake with its frosting of Cool Whip, neufchatel cheese and diced strawberries was a treat.)
So now what?
As I sit here writing this, I’m drinking peach herbal tea and enjoying some dried plums. I used to enjoy prunes, but some marketing guy decided that we’re all way too hip and vital to eat prunes. Hip and vital people eat only dried plums. Whatever. I’m enjoying them even knowing that they’re not scratching that PMS food itch either.
So that leaves me sticking with my new menu, although mostly by default. I have to admit that if I identified this craving as cheese puffs, I’d knock that craving right out, then spend the next 30 minutes cleaning the orange dust off my keyboard. As it is, I’ll behave.
At least for now, my behavior and my menu are united, even if my cravings and my menu are estranged.
LOLOL HOW FUNNY! As I was driving home tonight, I wanted a Wendy’s double, cheese, everything, but I won’t eat the bun, right? Howsomever, I am not on the road by Wendy’s, but there is a Dolla’ Gen’ral up ahead, and I could get some snacks! Mountain Dew with that bromilated whatever, chips, maybe some kinda Little Debbie or other plastic cake like substance, pint of ice cream…. YOU HAVE CORRUPTED ME!!! The only thing that I could conceive of enjoying was the ice cream! The rest just made me think of stomach aches and bloating!!! INCONCEIVABLE! Thank you!
That is classic! I love it.