Post exercise effects on a junk food addict

One of my self descriptions is that I have never found a cookie I could walk past. Fried chicken may be my absolute favorite food. Cheeseburgers, eggs, chocolate bars, even salads, all go better with bacon. Holiday meals are preludes to dessert and I buy into every chocolate candy commercial that shows a woman melting into an attitude of relaxed contentment with a single nibble of the latest offering.

So I've been extremely proud of myself this first week of January as I kept the junk to a minimum, ate salads and yogurt and whole grains and fruit. I've actually enjoyed the change in diet. It's a huge deal to me to pass by the chicken fingers and hit the salad bar instead, especially on a high-stress day.

But tonight, oh god tonight.... My husband who has religiously gone to the gym each day since we joined finally had the chance to drag me there. I just got off an hour on the treadmill and I'm sore but feeling good. Then we had to stop at the store. Suddenly I swear I can smell every fried chicken piece and nugget in a twenty mile radius. Seeing as I live right down the road from a fast food alley, there's plenty to be found. I'm craving salt, craving grease and craving sweets too. Pure torture I tell you!

I mean what the heck? Is my body so scared of exercise it's going into some post traumatic shock and is seeking out the greatest of comfort foods? I'm freaking starving here and can't do a thing about it!

Fast forward past the errands and back at home. My husband is cooking up some sort of pork chop dinner with garlic and lemon and capers and wine. It smells divine and drool is actually forming. So savory I don't even need to pretend it's not a healthy meal. Vincent James Pia just might be a god. If he hurries the heck up before I chew off my arm.

Who needs fried chicken?