Can’t stop

This is my second post here about candy, but hey, why not?

I act like an addict; I have all the symptoms, I crave sugar. Refined sugar. I think about it, I dream about it (not really), I am easily tempted and I later regret it. It’s not that I cannot stop it. It’s that I don’t want to stop. I lack the willpower because I love it too much. I’m just like that dog who returns to his abusive owner. In this relationship, the sugary treats are wearing the wife beater.

And when it’s a “Buy one get one free” deal at the supermarket I turn into a mindless consumer. A weak and mindless consumer. I shouldn’t  be allowed to eat that much sugar. I’ll be like a Gremlin who’s been fed after midnight. Add to this combination a few cups of coffee or better yet some Earl Grey Tea, and you have a serious deranged trembling/shaking/nervous person on your head. I’ll be like a squirrel (saw one yesterday) on caffeine. The bad part is that after all this hype comes the miserable feeling and general discontent that I stuffed myself to a point of no return; I’ll be sick and have chocolate/sugar pouring out of my mouth, nose and ears but I will still crave for more.

Ahhh, if only I could break this vicious circle. But if I do this, then I will have to find another vice. Since I hate smoking my possibilities are narrowing. Nooooooooooooooo*. I already drink coffee or things that are high in caffeine and chew bubble gum like there’s no tomorrow so my daily vice-intake is pretty consistent. But the sweets… oh… those little rascals like to torment me. It’s not enough they** make me all shaky and trembly enough to forget about my cynical “alter ego” and be all fuzzy and warm inside, but they break my concentration.

So I declare war on you bitches. You’re going down. My esophagus.

*I know that it’s not the best place for this, but I always wanted to include that somewhere. Expect more in the future.

** I’m crazy enough that I used “they” instead of “it” to describe the vile processed sugar.

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