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Before I got married, there were nights that I either had no motivation nor energy to cook. I suppose those were the nights that I needed meat and veggies the most. Instead I went for my favorite comfort foods: Dr. Pepper and chocolate chip cookies (or the dough itself). Sadly, I haven't had that for a meal but once since I've been married, and sometimes I miss it.

Another totally unhealthy food that I enjoy(ed) was KFC. It ranks second to my Dad's fried chicken. It seems we had it at family reunions or church socials, and maybe that's why I considered it so special. The last few years it seems to disagree with me. I just assumed it was because we were trying to eat healthier, making my stomach unhappy with the good 'ol greasy stuff. But then I've heard from several other people that ever since restaurants switched to the no trans fat grease, they've had a hard time eating fast foods. It makes me pause and wonder if perhaps my stomach is not the problem, but the new grease.

And I'm also pondering why it is that our bodies crave certain foods. Is it because we've developed such bad eating habits, is it genetic in that our taste buds recognize certain flavors as delicious, or is it simply that our body needs a certain nutrient? (I've actually read that theory; our bodies are in need of a certain substance, hence creating cravings, but we attempt to satisfy those needs with unhealthy choices.)

Meanwhile, I've abstained from all I've craved today...for now.

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