You're standing in line at the store buying something you didn't plan to eat. Something salty. Something you can taste before you've even opened it.
It's been a long week. Maybe longer than a week.
You tell yourself you've earned it. You tell yourself it's just a snack. But somewhere underneath the reasoning, there's a pull you can't quite name-a feeling that isn't hunger but also isn't not hunger.
Maybe you've noticed the pattern by now. The days you sleep less, the days you push through, the days you run on fumes-those are the days you want salt. Not a little. A lot.