A craving…
I harbour a guilty secret. Something which I am ashamed to admit to. And I know better, I should never partake in it. But I cannot resist. The cravings overcome me and no matter how much I try to think of other things, I am drawn to that neon lit sign. The smell that wafts through the air hits my nostrils and sets my mouth salivating, brings evocative images to mind and feelings of joy to my own being.
Do you feel the same way too? Can you resist its allure or do you give in and find yourself inundated with pangs of hunger whenever you pass-by. And it does not occur everyday, but once in a while, you feel it. The feeling of resistance is one of futility. No matter how much you try, that craving suddenly hits, and no amount of distractions or anything else can stop you from entering the fluorescent lit store and ordering - junk food.
For me, the cravings were particularly bad when I used to work the night shifts. Suddenly and without warning I would pass a burger king and just salivate over the thought of a Melted Double Cheeseburger. Or who can resist the Hot Wings from Dixie Fried Chicken. And there is nothing like the taste of a greasy Donner Kebab gently sinking down to the bottom of my stomach, lubricated with masses of chilli sauce. Being an ex-employee of McDonalds, I am more immune to the offerings of that particular chain. And this is not an everyday thing I am talking about, but once in a while, I am just carried away by the need for something bad.
And now, as a self-employed man? Well, my working patterns are now mainly in the early hours of the morning and so I can no longer be enticed by the wafting smell of late night chicken bars. Instead, I now have a new craving. The fry-up!
