Mac n’ Cheese Craving About MORE Than Our Lack of Will Power?


What an interesting <24 hour span…

After a challenging but incredible day working at my new job, getting to visit some patients in the ICU, I head to my typcically oh-so-reliable vehicle (the Kia Sportage), in a bit of a rush to make it to my second job–about an hour away–on time. In the ignition my keys go, and with a clockwise turn forward, I see my afternoon flash before my eyes. Sportage was…. Dead. =’O

After a brief panic-laden call to my father, during which he told me a bunch of things that under more serene circumstances I would have already known, I called AAA, made my job aware, and awaited my knight in shining new battery’s arrival.

Battery’s replaced, I’m one hundred clams poorer, but I’m on the road. With extreme traffic (usual 1 hr drive took 2hrs), I felt my blood boiling and my mind racing with what innovative Chinese water torture method my job might use to punish me. (Side note: something I really enjoy about a commute is the time I’m forced to spend calming myself down :))

FINALLY, I arrive back into town. As I let out a serious sigh of relief, apparently, so does my rear right side tire. Tire pressure light comes on, and as it turns out, I have a flat. I decide to hold off until after work to deal with it, at which point I stop by a gas station and fill the tire with air. A large part of me knew that this likely would not fix the issue, but it was 8pm, and I needed to get home.

This brings me to this morning… Around 10am, I go to my car to drive to the store to pick up some foods for lunch (which I eat with my clients, so I am obligated to have something). Upon pulling out of my driveway, I learn that my tire is not just a bit low on pressure, but is–you guessed it–flat Stanley. Fantastic. I find the nearest tire repair store, and drive (YES, DRIVE) my poor, just barely pre-mortem vehicle about 3 miles down the road for fixin’. The man fixing my tire was incredibly nice, and when I told him I needed to be at work by a certain time, was sure to get right to it. He informed me that I had, not one but — TWO screws in my tire, and that because I drove my car there, it was incredibly dangerous to continue driving on it (even after repair) due to the damage. Now, I am suddenly in need of a new tire.

Now…. to my point in writing this post. I’m about $250 down, and in SERIOUS need of a hug. With blood glucose levels running low, and cortisol levels running obscenely high, I find myself craving… wait for it…. PIZZA LUNCHABLES. What?


(Seriously? This sounds good?)

Then I think about it… In my early childhood, before my mother became as well-versed in nutrition as she now is, she would often feed these to us. I remembered a time with my family on Yom Kippur, a Jewish holiday involving fasting. After I had attempted to do this fast for the first time at age 6 (um, earliest signs of ED, perhaps?), and my poor growing body just couldn’t take the hunger, my mom took me out to the car, and gave me my very own pizza Lunchable that she had brought, likely foreseeing me not making it much past 11am. I think this shows that what I really needed today after this stressful experience is not highly processed, naturally stale-ish tasting fake and cold pizzas. What I really want is for my mom to take care of me, to take me out to the (functioning) car, sit with me on the sidewalk, and tell me everything is going to be alright, even though things have not gone according to plan.

The evidence is there. Cravings often have a true emotional tie within us that others may not be able to understand, and sometimes we subconsciously believe that eating certain foods will give us what we lack. So…


The next time you have what seems like an odd craving, try to think about WHY. Was it a food your family made every Friday night? Maybe it’s the cookies Grandma would make whenever you went to her house (not my Grandma–but maybe yours did that stuff… ;))? It could even be the crappy dorm food over which you shared a number of laughs and good times with your best college pal. Then, if you’re really NOT hungry, or it’s maybe a food you’d like to avoid due to health reasons, try doing something to fill that need. Maybe you can call a family member, just tell them you miss them. Or if you’re lucky enough, go hang out with them. Maybe you need to call up a friend to hear a familiar voice. Or just go give/get a hug from someone. Does the craving go away? Do you feel fulfilled? I would love to hear any findings or feedback here!

Comment away, my dears :). To LUNCHABLES (or at least the warm fuzzy feeling they give to some of us…)!