The Boy Who Had No Cravings
Not long ago, Natalie and I were dining with her friend Jeff and his girlfriend. At one point, Jeff asked me if I have any food cravings or indulgences. I paused for a few seconds before answering, but couldn't think of a single thing I crave. He refused to believe that there is nothing I crave. But, honestly, I crave nothing. It made for an awkward conversation, since everyone else at the table was able to rattle off their biggest cravings.
I have been fortunate enough to have a high metabolism and thin physique throughout my life, though it does pose occasional problems (I need to eat at least every 3 hours). So, I eat pretty much anything I want without feeling guilt. I understand that most people don't have this luxury. And I think it is those people who crave food. Cravings can be seen as by-products of deprivation. When you deny yourself nothing, you crave nothing. I think it's a variation of the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Yesterday, Natalie posed a similar question to me: "which do you prefer, saltine crackers or wheat rounds?". Knowing that I enjoy most food equally-well, I had to respond "Which one is closer?". I go for the low-hanging fruit; or crackers, as they may be.
