So for the past week and a half I’ve been on medication and a pretty bland diet in order to help my ulcer heal. I don’t know if it was the medication or my stomach just shrunk, but I had a significantly reduced appetite. Honestly, I think my body was just saying “it’s not even worth it to eat this bland food. It’s so gross!” That all changed today.
Today started out pretty normal. I had a super busy morning at work during which I managed to eat a rice cake and a bowl of soup(see what I mean about boring?) I picked up Sydney and we got some frozen yogurt (I’ve been trying to avoid dairy but honestly, who can say no to free frozen yogurt?) Then Sydney starts talking about corn dogs. All of the sudden I had the most insane craving for corndogs. I was pretty sure if I didn’t get a corn dog ASAP I was going to die. All of my diminished appetite for the past 10 days suddenly came roaring back in the form of an insane corn dog craving.
I called my husband, hoping beyond hope that he had not gone to the grocery store yet. He hadn’t, but he said he wasn’t going to go until after his class tonight which ends at 9. WHAT? No way I could wait that long. That was six hours away. I needed corn dogs right then. That crunchy batter and juicy dog dipped in a succulent combination of ketchup and mustard. SO FREAKIN GOOD! I LOVE CORN DOGS!
It seriously took every ounce of adult will power in me not to race over to Wienerschniztel right that second. But since we had already had frozen yogurt, I decided to be a good role model to the little miss and not indulge in fried heaven on a stick. But I kept thinking about them…corn dogs…delicious corn dogs…so crunchy…so full of random reject pig parts…500,000 calories of pure bliss…yummy…
Luckily, my husband knows me well and knew that if I didn’t get some damn corn dogs all hell would break loose(on a side note, this is exactly why my husband is afraid of me getting pregnant. If I’m a psycho who craves random foods now, imagine what I would be like with a child in me? Those will be the worst nine months of that poor man’s life.) He changed his plans and went to the store before class so when I got home, those glorious golden dogs were waiting for me in the freezer. I had three. That’s right, THREE! It. Was. Amazing.