I am a slave to my cravings from "summary" of Food: A Love Story by Jim Gaffigan
I find myself at the mercy of my cravings, constantly being pulled by the invisible strings of desire towards the nearest plate of food. It doesn't matter if I just ate a meal or if I'm not even hungry - the moment I catch a whiff of something delicious, I am powerless to resist its siren call.
This relationship with food is a complicated one, rooted in both pleasure and pain. On one hand, indulging in my favorite dishes brings me immense joy and satisfaction. The burst of flavor, the comforting familiarity, the temporary escape from reality - these are all things that I crave, that I long for with every fiber of my being.
But on the other hand, this constant yearning for food can also feel like a burden, like a never-ending cycle of hunger and satiation. I am always thinking about my next meal, my next snack, my next fix of culinary delight. It's as if I am trapped in a never-ending loop of desire, always wanting more, always seeking that elusive feeling of fullness and contentment.
In a way, I have become a slave to my cravings, bending to their will and sacrificing my better judgment in pursuit of that fleeting moment of pleasure. It's a strange and somewhat unsettling realization, to know that something as simple as food has such a hold over me, such power to dictate my actions and cloud my thoughts.
But at the same time, there is a certain beauty in this surrender, in this unspoken agreement between me and my cravings. It's a dance of give and take, of push and pull, of desire and fulfillment. And no matter how complicated or frustrating it may be, I wouldn't have it any other way. For in the end, food is not just sustenance - it is love, it is comfort, it is a constant presence in my life that I cannot live without.
