Hello, My Name is Ric and I’m an Addict
I’m beginning to think this blog should be called “Chocolate, Chocolate and Chocolate.” I was truly not aware that one person could consume so much Lindt in a 4-day period and still survive. I think they should give me danger pay, or something.
So: what to do about my chocolate addiction? I’ve maintained for years that sugar is just as addictive as any drug, illegal or otherwise. Only it’s worse: you can live in a world without alcohol by removing it entirely from your life and cupboards. But you can never eliminate food entirely from your life (or even dessert, if you live and socialize among other humans). And given that my own mother died of complications related to diabetes, one would think I’d take special care to avoid a similar demise.
But that’s the conundrum: I am intelligent, educated, nutrition-savvy, quirky (okay, “quirky” isn’t really relevant, but I like that fact)–yet can’t seem to get a grip on my eating habits. I do know that, like any other addict, if I make it through an initial “drying out” phase and avoid chocolate and other sweets for a period of about a week or two, it will be smooth sailing from then on. So I’ve tried, many a time, to begin a new, healthy regimen and get past that hump. Lately, it seems an impossible task.
And so, back to a fresh attempt tomorrow. No, wait, not tomorrow, but right now! Just because I ate a bag of Lindt minis today doesn’t necessarily mean I need to stay off the wagon, does it? I can eat a healthy, nutritious, delicious dinner. I remember that obese woman, Stacey Halprin, who’d lost the equivalent of a person or two. At one point, she was interviewed on Oprah, talking about what she’d learned after being slim for over a year. She basically said that you don’t have to blow it just because you’ve eaten something ‘bad.’ She said, “If you wake up in the morning and you’ve been to a buffet breakfast or in my case, have a row of Oreos in the afternoon, I don’t starve because I know by noon, I’m going to tilt back the fridge. . . . What the winners do is they go to the exact next meal, and they start like it never happened.”
And so I shall (update tomorrow).
(“Good for you, Mum! We don’t mind healthy eating, either. Can we have some more of that sweet potato you gave us for dinner?”)