and Sugar is my Drug. I'm turning this blog temporarily into my own private meeting of S.A. (Sugarholics Anonymous). Probably will not do much good as I'll be stumbling on one of the 12 steps before you know it. Sometimes I think I can justify my addiction by consuming those lovely dark chocolates with the creamy centers, but then I find one of these ugly tasteless (and stale) honeybuns from Wal-Mart lying about the kitchen and I can't seem to stop myself popping it in the microwave for 12 seconds to get that gooey sickly icing all melty and then stuffing the damn thing in my mouth.
This has got to stop.
Sadly, my mom is an enabler and my main connection to sugar. She knows I have little willpower regarding sugar yet she buys these things and leaves them out where I can see them. I've repeatedly asked her to hide them when she buys them but I've become convinced she wants me to eat them. I don't know why. Is it possibly a nurturing thing? a regression to the times when Mommy provided sweets for her little darlings? Is it conscious or subconscious? I tend to think the worse, that she has some perverse reason for wanting me to fail. It's going to be a lot harder to kick this habit than it was when I lived alone and just refused to have the stuff in the house. Maybe I should ------- oh, that would be evil. Bwa, ha, ha.
2 comments:
All I can say is: if I ever have to give up chocolate, they might as well just shoot me.
Chris
let's hope it doesn't come to that!
thanks for the German chocolates - did you visit a choco-factory?
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