They say that there are lot of things that are hard to quit...smoking, drinking, drugs, gambling, biting your nails, licking your coworkers ear when they aren't looking etc.
For me, personally, the hardest thing I've ever tried to quit is bad food. Candy, fast food, greasy, delicious, cheap, easy, tasty......I'm already drooling. After struggling for a long time on how to manage the intake of this delicious but totally bad for you type of food, it finally came to me...quitting junk food is like giving up on your asshole of an ex boyfriend.
He's bad for you....and you know he's bad for you. You want him to be good, but he just can't be, it's not in his nature. He smells good, he feels amazing and you have a history together but he makes you feel like shit, you hate yourself every time you hook up with him and you've sworn to delete his number (967-11-11) a thousand times.
It's always the same story; you find yourself at home for the evening with no (dinner) plans...you could go out and make the effort to try something new, meet a new meal, one who is good for you and makes you feel good about yourself. But that takes effort. Going out, making sure you have everything you need, risking disappointment and putting yourself (via tastebuds) out there.
Then HE pops into your mind. You don't want to think about him...but you know he'll come if you call. He's always available...he's the cheap, easy option, but you remember what he's done to you in the past. You look down at your body and think 'No...I won't let him hurt me again'. You go online thinking about finding other meals...but it's all so much effort and thought and time. It's getting late and you just can't get HIM out of your head.
You make the foodie call.
"I'll just have a taste this one time" you tell yourself. It's not true, it never happens that way. You're simply aching with anticipation as you wait for him to get there. You feel guilty but excited, like a kid who has told a lie and is waiting to see if his teacher believes it.
The knock at the door. You don't want to run to the door because you can't let him know how anxiously you were awaiting his arrival. You can smell him before you even see him....and he smells intoxicating. You bring him inside and sit back down, casual but eager. You try to play it cool but within moments you become ravenous and simply can't contain yourself. The taste, the texture, the smell...you remember it all and it's all sooooo good.
And just like that, it's over. You feel tired, nauseated, a little bloated and greasy. You don't really remember any of what just happened because you were so lost in the moment you didn't really think about what you were doing. You look down at the remnants and mess made and you start regretting it...you had more than you wanted, it went too far again. You look at your body and feel ashamed. You let it get the better of you again, like it always has.
You clean up and get rid of any traces of what happened, desperate to forget what you just let yourself do. You promise yourself that this is the last time, that you're going to start anew tomorrow. But he knows. He knows you'll be back.
So to all my late night foodie callers...put the phone down, delete his number and try to meet a nice salad or a carb-friendly sandwich. Sure, they aren't the easy ones, but they'll treat you right and are the better long-term investment. You don't want to end up with an unwanted food baby.
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