The Anatomy of a Craving

Leaving work this afternoon, I had a conversation with a girl that sits in the cube across from mine. She's an adorable girl with really tight curls. I should blog about curls sometime. They are seriously fascinating. Ok, so my cube buddy had just started her period. So, you know ick, cramps, achy, cranky, blah, blah, blah! We all have our own yucky symptoms that accompany nature's little kick in the ass. Just when you forget the misery, here it comes again knock, knocking on your door.

As we walked to our cars, I started telling her about my insatiable cookie cravings. A lot of people say they need salt or chocolate or wine. Well, wine is good, but COOKIES are way better. They are soft, gooey, sugary sweet and offer this weirdly fabulous comfort. I can't get enough of them.

Seriously, cravings aren't just for ladies that are preggers or are umm, starting their you know whats. I have the cookie craving on a daily basis. Oh, I avoid it, I try to chew gum or drink a diet pop, but those cookie thoughts creep, creep, creep their way into my mind.

The woman who invented Tiff's Treats should be shot, by the way. Have you heard of Tiff's? They are in Dallas and Austin and deliver WARM, yes WARM cookies to your door! They will even deliver milk. How painful is that? Not only are they yumminess in the round, but they are all hot and gooey. Just like when you were little and ate like 15 cookies right out of the oven (and then you felt like you were going to die, because you ate 15 cookies). Oh, was that just me?

Ok, so, Tiff's are the devil. If I eat one, I eat 5. If I eat none, then I eat none. And I sit sadly at my desk as someone walks by with the lovely white box (it even comes with a pink ribbon wrapped around it)! It is the most glorious box. It ranks right up there with the blue Tiffany's box. Tiff's and Tiffany's. Fab to the lous.

So, do you crave things because your body wants them or because your brain wants them. Do I physically need cookies or does my crazy little brain send little neurotransmitters to my stomach to tell me I need them.

What else do I crave? Shopping. Oh, that's a major craving. If I see a cute outfit and ask someone where they got it. I feel this almost uncontrollable urge to go to the mall, find the store and spend, spend, spend! Sometimes that craving is so intense that I go online and buy something right then and there. I have been known to buy things online out of sheer desperate need and then hating the clothes once they arrive at the office (they go to the office so that Evan doesn't know I bought them.) I, of course return them at the store, and then get to shop again! How glorious! It is absolute euphoria in those moments right after you satisfy your craving (whether that be eating a cookie or as you hold a new pair of shoes in your hands). You see life more clearly. You feel hopeful, peaceful and walk a little taller. Ahhh!

Bottom line. I should give in to my shopping craving before the cookie craving. More expensive, yes, but better for the waistline.

That's cravings according to cakes. Oh, cake sounds good, too. Doesn't it?

Life According to Cakes

Evan started calling me cakes when we were just dating. His friends have adopted this terminology as well. I like it. I mean who doesn't love cake? Strawberry shortcake, chocolate molten cake, cheesecake...the tasty possibilities are endless. I like to think that this is the most appropriate nickname that I've ever had. I'm sweet, full of energy, fun, colorful and fun-loving – just like cake. I'm always up for a celebration or party!

"Cakes" it is. I think it was a way to shorten "baby cakes." I like cakes, though.

So, ok, why am I blogging? I'm not sure...perhaps to better understand myself, to put a thumbprint somewhere in cyberspace? To create a more sophisticated/trendy journal? I asked Evan last week if it would be cool to start writing in a jounral. He looked at me with that look that tells me I'm a nut. Journals aren't really "me." I had a journal in 6th grade and wrote about boys that I liked and friends. I found it and read it again a year or so ago and was so dissapointed. What were my deep thoughts on life? On current events? What were my insecurities? What were my passions? Ok, so I was in 6th grade, but I should have had a little more depth. The surface level stuff was so shallow. Where were my opinions?

I love opinions. I have a million. when I have an opinion I share it, with passion. I love debating, talking, getting to the root of an issue. There is nothing better than climbing to the tippy-top of my soap box and ranting to anyone who will listen. That's the key, right there – ranting. It's fabulous. Evan likes to rant, too. In fact I have the best conversations with him about everything from work to the dog to life to current events. We have so many of the same opinions, it's amazing. We should totally start a business together. Ok, he is more grounded. I am more head in the clouds, but we work. I'm so silly. I'm smiling right now at the thought of the two of us. Ranting. Debating. Tee-hee.

I also ramble. You figured that out.

Back to the blog idea. I want to express opinions. True, meaningful opinions. And I want my friends and family to share their opinions back at me. So there. That's the purpose. It's life according to cakes.

Maybe I will have post #2 after my class this evening. That would be fun :)