Food

I am in a very instable relationship right now. It has been going on for years, and it has become too big a part in my life to let go. I know that our relationship is bad. Terrible actually and getting a little worse every day. But I also know that it almost impossible to let go and change things. It is a relationship that has consumed my life in an almost indulgent way. It moved in my life a long time ago which incredible force and does not plan on leaving, even after I had said, out loud in fact, that things were going to change. It’s has truly taken over me in ways that affect my work, my friends, my family and myself. I have to end it. I know it too. My relationship with Food…is extremely unhealthy (pun intended. Wait is that a even a pun?). I have always known that my relationship with Food was no good and dare I say cruel? I have no intention on finishing that plate of fries that came with my order but it screams at me. “Bitch Please! Eat them all!” And I find myself obeying even thought I told myself that I was only going to have a few. I try to stop myself a few times but Food is not having anything and is even madder now, if at all possible. “What did I just tell you? I told you to eat all of them! IF you stop again, this is only going to get harder. It’s only going to get worse. Try it. I double dog dare you.” And then the plate is clean. I don’t even remember it happening. Had I blacked out? Food smirks at me because it knows that it won. Fries are usually the biggest problem. Breakfast foods are worse though because they gang up on me as a team and do it when I am weakest. The worst and most abusive of them all… is chocolate. I have tried to say no to chocolate my entire life but the sneaky little bastard will never go away. Even when it is not there, I think about it. I dream about it. I even fantasize about it. I know, it’s sick. Chocolate has taken control over most of my life and it knows it too. Chocolate knows that I will never say no to it and that is the problem and the source of most of my own issues. The problem is that I don’t hate it. I don’t had any of them. I love them and that is the problem. I love them too much to say good-bye. Also, they will always be there. I cannot get away as much as I would like to. There is an irresistible factor that comes with food that is the main driving point of this relationship. It’s beautiful, it smells intoxicating, you know you are going to feel good while you are with it. All I want is to be able to let go but I know deep in my heart, I am pretty much stuck in this relationship and it will always be a part of me for the rest of my life. They say that acceptance is the first step in admitting you have a problem. Well I accept that I have this problem, now please excuse me. I need to go get something warm, deep friends and covered in chocolate.

What? I’m told you that I was accepting this.

Putting the Fuse in Confused,

C

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What I Did on St. Patrick’s Day this Year

  • Planned a Happy Hour
  • Canceled a Happy Hour
  • Met a Friend of a Friend
  • Ended up driving to a bar 45 minutes away
  • Met Friends of the cousin of the Friend of a Friend 
  • New friends included people from Barcelona, Germany and Norway
  • Ate French Fries
  • Found out friends at table did not actually order any French Fries
  • Got judged by the waitress
  • Continued to eat French fries regardless
  • Asked for Green Beer but was denied
  • But then got free Champagne from the bartender
  • Exchanged Instagrams
  • Drove for an addition 10 minutes to German guy’s friend’s apartment
  • Compared male and female anatomy in the car
  • Was promised a roof-top hang out
  • Did not actually get to go the roof top but got a cider so was okay with it
  • Met up again with friends from Barcelona and Norway
  • Was given a slice of pizza that Barcelona kids bought on the way over
  • Talked Philosophy and Indian weddings simultaneously
  • Compared school systems in different countries
  • Did a round of tequila shots while saying “Cheers!” in three different languages
  • Realized the time a little too late
  • Took the metro in the wrong direction for 3 stops
  • Felt terrible
  • Went in the right direction the second time around
  • Finally go home after midnight
  • Had a dream about going out on St. Patrick’s Day
Overall, not a shabby way to spend a Thursday night.