10:30 p.m. last night I sent my husband to Sonic to get me a chili cheeseburger. Yep. Sure did.
And, for somebody just coming off of a stomach virus/bug/whatever, I know that sounds really odd, but... right in that moment, when I had an instantaneous serious craving for a chili cheeseburger, I knew that the bug had passed. And I knew I had to have a chili cheeseburger. Now.
It's true! Cross my heart - I swear! I have to say that it also made me smile because it had been a long time since I had even thought about the being sick, chili cheeseburger connection.
Ya see, way back long time ago, when I actually had any kind of a stomach issue in what now seems a past life, I always knew I was on the mend when I craved something greasy - and more specifically, for me, it had to be a hamburger, topped with cheese and chili. Soon as I ate one, I felt better, my energy level returned and I was a new person.
I have no idea how that started. I have no clue why a chili cheeseburger. But it was always a chili cheeseburger that I craved, and last night, I was trusting that my instincts and that my memory was right because, well... I didn't want a setback repeat... if ya know what I mean.
So, after very little food of any substance for four days, I thankfully, gratefully, and enthusiastically gobbled that chili cheeseburger down and waited. And all was well.
And a side of tots didn't hurt at all either.
Ever had any weird food cravings that made you know that you were finally coming off of an illness?