I nearly ran over myself coming downstairs after putting the kids to bed last night. It was shortly after 8 p.m. and I had had a chocolate craving all day. Actually, I had been craving carbs all day. Chewy and sweet was what I was after. And, I wanted brownies. Fudge brownies. When I have a craving, it's bad. I haven't had one this bad in a long time.
"Mmmm, don't you want some ice cream?" I prodded my husband.
"No, I'm not an ice cream-aholic like you are," he said. I was disappointed. I thought I could have convinced him to join me in some indulgence.
I didn't need it anyway, I thought to myself, so it's just as well that he didn't want that hot fudge sundae I had been talking about earlier. But, man, this desire to eat was absolutely intense. So I sat down on the couch with a box of Fruit Loops.
"I thought that medicine made you not hungry," my husband said, joining me on the couch. (READ MORE)














