My social media feeds over the last few days have been full of memes about the difference in gym membership at the start of the year as everyone begins their fads to burn off the excesses of the festive period. I’m going to join the fad, but not a gym because there is little as demoralising to a fitness regime as having to queue for a treadmill – standing still to run.
Over Christmas and the New Year my diet has been all over the place. A combination of eating out, feeding lots of people, not having the time or inclination to cook properly and the inevitable selection boxes, cake and left over desserts have proved far too tempting.
At one stage over the festive period I was craving stuff that was primarily carbohydrate and refined sugar. Two days after Boxing Day I wasn’t sure I’d eaten anything containing significant protein since the turkey on Christmas Day. Last night I realised my cravings had turned from the sweet goodness of the “Exploding” Candy Terry’s Chocolate Orange segments (only 50p a bag after Christmas!) to the sweet goodness of actual fruity orange segments and that my nuts don’t need to be covered in chocolate. (Stop sniggering at the back. Yes, you. I know you did).
The thing about cravings is that they’re not easy to control (for me at least). As I opened the next packet of biscuits I wanted one and didn’t want one at the same time. And it’s not just with food, it’s just that that’s the easiest example I can find and put in to a non-controversial post. Some people might have the same thing with cigarettes, driving too fast, alcohol… The promises of “I’ll just have one more” that are only kept when there’s only one left to the “I’m just going to finish this pack and not get anymore” that’s ruined when they’re better than half price in the post-festivities stock sell off.
And I guess you can also crave good things such as holidays, but most of the connotations (I think) of the word “crave” are negative – those things that you think you don’t want but end up not being able to leave alone.
I’m hoping that I’m going to crave getting my running shoes on!
Yes I’m craving, craving, craving something I can feel.
Where do I go? What do I need? Is it ecstasy or is it fear?
Am I on my own? Am I even close?
‘Coz I’m craving, still craving something I can feel.
Craving by James Bay