Sometimes, I ask them for their 'mumug'.
They give them away for free.
Ahh, crispy stuff that hits the craving flavor feel -- but it's baaaad for my digestion, cholesterol, and my teeth.
Like most of my comforts do to me, though.
But why? Why crispy salty? Was it my childhood? Oh, sure, I grew up with mostly fried stuff.
But what I consume is more than just fried stuff. It's salty crispy stuff.
Salty more so -- I'd still down a fried fish downed with soy sauce on iodized salt.
Sometimes, I'll just nibble of plain crackers like skyflakes -- as long as it has some salt.
... Really, what's with me and salty stuff?
Iodized salt more so. Like how it directly affected my cold intolerance into something a bit more tolerable...
NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! DON'T DIVULGE INTO HORMONAL ISSUE TALKS! BECAUSE THAT WILL PUT THIS POST INTO SOME STUPID DIVERGED TOPIC! NOPE!
So, I like potato snacks because of it. The same with corn like snacks.
And that wasn't all, really.
Yet still... To a point of addiction -- not a day of not consuming anything of I mentioned above.
It affected my budget, you see. It made a dent on my savings too many times.
Turns out; one, dietary changes has discreet processes and humans only do one thing at the time (avoiding and reducing bad stuff OR consuming more and learning to acquire good stuff). Two, the nuisance of emotional processing and whatever encumbrance to make tolerating cravings easier. Three, is either a whiny head made by a whiny body; either hormonal imbalance or whatever head's association comfort or feel good supposed to be...
Why oh why I can quit caffeine really, really easily but I can't seem to quit crispy salty stuff as hard as I couldn't last not consuming chocolates?
But seriously...
I'm already at the near end of the line of this 'lifestyle'.
Other than aging and having a less proficient body, I really need a change.
Don't want my dad's side of the health family curse get to me too. Diabetes, high blood, obesity, heart diseases, etc.
... Not that I'm ever worried about obesity. If it weren't for my mom's genes, I'd be more over weight.
Really. I can look slim without any intervention or special diet or meds. That doesn't mean I'm healthy in the inside.
But first I need to finish off my fridge stock -- as opposed to throwing it away; before replacing it all with stuff I need to eat.
Sometimes I miss those nights -- approaching said nighttime friend chicken vendors at past 8pm by the dim sidewalks, asking for those fried crumbs.
But nothing lasts forever.
For my own good, it had to be.