Cravings…aargh!

Where do cravings come from? Why do some people crave chocolate, while others crave carrots? Unfortunately, I am one of those that CRAVE the sweets.

I would be quite content to eat a four-scoop bowl of ice cream for supper. I wouldn’t mind eating cake for breakfast. And for lunch, I could easily eat some cookies, bars or even a piece of pie. Seriously. That is how much I love the sweet stuff.

And I really love the sweet stuff when I am on an emotional rollercoaster. When I get the least bit stressed, I want to sit on my couch, sulking, eating a bowl of fudgey, nutty, brownie ice cream. When I watch a sappy, chick flick, I want to sit on my couch with my box of tissues and a box of Twinkies. 

Yesterday, after a somewhat stressful day at work (think office full of women, not actual work) and all I wanted to do was go to the store, buy a carton of Rocky Road and go home and eat the whole darn thing. But I didn’t. I kept myself busy. Doing exactly what I am not sure, except for American Idol, but before I knew it, it was time for bed. Thank goodness.

Now, if I could just learn to deal with my emotions through exercise. Yeah right. I haven’t moved a muscle in nearly three weeks. 

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5 thoughts on “Cravings…aargh!

  1. Exercise will make you feel better, but you probably already knew that. Cravings are strange. Ever since I was pregnant with Adam my cravings are specific…Cheetos, funnel cake… they say if you are craving something you don’t have enough flavors in your life. Back to exercising, lately when I have gone I am in the middle of exercising and BAM cookie dough, that’s weird, I am trying to dissolve cookie dough off of my butt and that is what I want to eat? Must be want I am working off and my mouth wants it back. Too funny! Keep it up, some days will be harder than others.

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  2. I’m with you on the sweet cravings. I baked a double batch of molasses crinkles last night…I ate way too man already. I think about exercise–does that count? 😉

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  3. Oh, I hope I’m not one of the women causing you stress! I’ll bet I am… and I promise to quit talking to you every second. Really, I’ll try! I mean it

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