Seriously. I can’t stop. I am probably a “junkie” by anyone’s standards, because I do it at least three times a week, sometimes more. I think I do it more than anyone else I know. And sometimes I hide it from my friends and family, because I don’t want them to know how often I indulge. And when it comes to using some discretion, all sensibility goes out the window. It’s always, “GO BIG OR GO HOME”…there’s no in between. It’s all or nothing, and it’s always “all.”
And there’s that moment, when you’ve made up your mind to actually do it. You’ve thought about all the other options, weighed the possibilities and the consequences, and yet you still make the bad decision. That’s a classic sign of addiction. And there’s always remorse and regret when I’m done. I feel dirty, contaminated, and fat. Yes, fat. I hide the evidence. Throw it away in the trash, but cover it up with other stuff so nobody sees it.
And it consumes me, even though I actually consume it. I know where to go to get the best deals, the best bargains. I know the product offerings inside and out. I know what to buy to get the desired effect, depending on my mood. I’m surprised the people that work there don’t know me by name yet…At least, I don’t think they do. They probably do.
And let’s face it…even though my doctor says I’m okay right now, it’s going to eventually affect my health. I can’t continue to do it so often and not suffer some adverse effects down the road. But how long do I have? Another ten years? Five? Or…gulp…perhaps less than one year before my excesses reveal themselves on my bloodwork? And then I’ll be given the ultimatum to stop cold turkey. Because there is no long term plan for moderation with me. I can’t do it…I’m an addict.
I’m telling you all this, because once it’s out in the open…once I admit publicly that I have a problem, then I must be held accountable for my actions from this moment on. Okay, here it goes…
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Okay, almost ready…
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Here it comes…
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I AM A FAST FOOD JUNKIE!!!!
There, I said it. I am totally addicted to fast food, and I need help. If there is a local treatment facility (that doesn’t have a drive thru!) I need to go on lock down for a solid 30 day stint, maybe even 60 or 90 days. I need hypnotherapy, psychotherapy…maybe even shock therapy. Can acupuncture help? Are there medicines I can take…like a fast food placebo? What about yoga, meditation or making a “no fast food for Lisa” vision board?? Is there an ankle monitor I can wear that will alert someone if I enter a fast food joint? Can somebody please place me on fast food house arrest?? HELP ME PLEASE.
Oh yeah…I finally got the last piece of my kitchen faucet delivered today, so I’m gonna replace it this weekend. I’ll have pictures up of the new kitchen sink set up on Monday! And if you see any McDonald’s bags in the background, please disregard.