But do I really crave it?

Or have I programmed my brain to trigger the craving in phases?

Back in my fat fuk days, I would always wake up excited to eat fast food.

The part where you grab ur phone, car keys, and wallet and jumping into ur car.

Enjoying the joy ride, listening to music, pulling up to the drive thru while praying that the line isn't too long.

Great! Barely and people! You order. Pull up to the 2nd window. Avoid eye contact. Check and make sure all the sauces are there. Fantastic.

While driving back home, something happens to your brain. It went from realllllyyyyy craving taco bell to meh, i could've just cooked something instead.

I get back home, not as excited for the food as before leaving. I eat it anyways and it's okay. Not great, just decent. Could've just stuck to my diet.





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