Arrrhh, me mateys. Arrrhh.
I’ve heard that when you crave certain foods, it’s your body’s way of telling you that you need a certain nutrient. Like if you have a craving for carrots, you might be low on vitamin A. Or if you’ve got a hankering for a pint of ox blood, you might be needing some iron.
Yesterday, I got one of those cravings, one I get maybe once a year. I have to wonder, though, just exactly what my body might need from a pile of fried nastiness from Long John Silver’s. Essential greases, maybe?
Sure, it sounded good at the time, but about halfway through that first piece of fish, I started feeling guilty. And by the time I started on the second, I began to regret giving in to my craving. I think I would have been better off just dumping it all in the toilet to begin with. I would have saved myself some discomfort.
