Remember this fellow?
(If you don't, go here.)
Yesterday, I had lunch at the boy I tutor's home and his mother served some cordon bleu chicken. That is the chicken breast that is breaded and cooked with ham and cheese in the middle. I tasted it and my brain went into Fried Chicken Nirvana. Afterwards, I didn't think much of it.
Until this morning.
Like an addict, the Want Monster has been cursed by craving another hit of Fried Chicken Nirvana and is now plaguing me to go out and buy some. It only takes one bite for the addiction to relapse. His persistence greatly upsets me because he apparently has not gotten the message that I am changing my lifestyle to be healthier. Why can't he crave, say, steamed broccoli instead?
Every time he screams "FRIED CHICKEN!!!!," I drown his voice with a glass of water to kill the appetite. So far, it's working.
Well, lunch time will be here soon. I'll see what will make me say "bon appetit" in a few minutes.
I opted to have a bowl of soup for lunch. The Want Monster eventually shut up afterwards. Then Mom came home with pizza...and I had a couple of slices for dinner (I normally would have eaten four). I find it ironic that just last week, I briefly wanted to eat some pizza and resisted doing so. When you deprive yourself of something you yearn for, you get more pleasure out if it.
Barb the French Bean