Every night, there are foods I crave.
Mostly spicy and intense ones.
Gopchang—grilled beef intestines. Pasta.
If I eat them, I fall asleep quickly.
The next day, I always regret it.
The number on the scale goes up,
and waking up becomes harder.
“I’ll definitely eat it tomorrow.”
If I tell myself that and go to bed,
at least there is no regret.
The strange part is this:
the next morning,
the food still comes to mind—
but I don’t want it anymore.
The night before, it felt urgent.
By morning,
the desire is gone.
A big betrayal of the brain.
And when night comes again,
it starts over.