The Case of the Cream Puff Craving

When it comes to food, I have absolutely zero will power. It's quite sad,really.
Once I have a craving, it'll gnaw on my guts persistently and I simply succumb to it, without much of a fight hence ruining my grand plans of slimming down. Sigh.
Current enemy? Cream puffs.
The moment I took my first bite on those Beard Papa's Fresh'n Natural Cream Puffs, I was hooked.

It looks like a huge mouth spewing tartar sauce.

It's not exactly the most appetizing when it comes to presentation which is probably the reason why I took so long to even give it a try. I thought their gimmicky claim of being the "world's best cream puff" was rather pompous and I merely smirked at its fallacious marketing campaign. But I guess they had the last laugh because I, the customer whose logic is dominated by her taste buds, am willing to pay $2.20 for that little piece of goodness. $2.20 may seem like a small amount but once these cravings become stronger and more frequent, "puff" goes my money.

I've decided on a battle plan. I shall indulge myself so frequently that in time, I'll be impartial to it. I'll wake up one day without the delicious image of cream puffs floating in my head. But of course I know absolutely well that I'm only deluding myself, and using the guise of the "battle plan" as an excuse (i.e desperate justification) to eat all I want without the guilt gnawing on my guts at the same time. I'll simply have to believe in one of my mottoes "One life, eat it".

When I related these cravings to a friend, a "maybe you're pregnant" is what I got. -___-
I certainly am not (I have no love life, no social life and I'm not asexual) but that got me thinking. If I have such cravings now, I'll be a total wreck when I'm pregnant (if ever *the thought simply scares me*). My mom used to tell me that when she was pregnant she'll have weird cravings for certain fruits like raw papaya and mango and even fattening food like KFC and pizza hut (which clearly explains why I was such a baby balyena [Filipino word for whale] ). Oh gosh, I can imagine it now. The scenario? Me demanding I be fed cream puff, specifically that cream puff (while I'm all puffed up) and my ever obliging husband(he better be, he's half to blame) scrambling to the nearest Beard Papa shop to get me a dozen of 'em. Hmm, maybe it won't be so bad, as long as I'm lucky enough to snag an ever obliging husband that is. =P

It's 3.30 AM and
I'm still thinking of that cream puff.

Hai Naku.