The only thing I've retained from my Psych 111 class Freshman year (besides Pavlov's dog) is the story about the young child who craved salt. When his parents refused to let him eat salt, he died. (Talk about guilt and remorse. My kids can eat whatever they want.)
What's wrong with my body that I constantly crave hamburgers? No, not just hamburgers. Cheeseburgers. BBQ. Western. Quacamole. 2 for 1. Plain with tomato- any kind and every kind. I honestly can't get enough. I even just spent 5 minutes reading some medical article about how "salt is a natural mood-elevating substance" in hopes that I would find some answer to these ridiculous cravings.
I wear black and white everyday too. The similarities are just too much to deny. Hide your ground beef.
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