It’s been months, maybe as many as six, since I’ve had a true craving like this.
No. Not for pickles and ice cream. Nothing as dramatic as that.
Tonight I’m craving wine. Chilled, crisp, full bodied white wine. But I can’t have it. Not yet. I have to earn it. Sigh. Being healthy is such a downer sometimes. I could be on my second glass by now.
But no. I’m gonna be good girl and drag my ass outside and burn off at least some of the calories I fully intend to drink. If only I wasn’t so comfortable. Wine with a side of spooning would be so much more pleasant. Don’t you think?