Feeding the Addiction... So To Speak

I have a problem. I'm pretty sure I need to seek professional help. I seem to have an addictive personality. And (in addition to other things), I display this addictive personality not through booze or drugs... although I think that may just be a tad healthier -- ooooh, that was probably really wrong to say... sorry -- anyway, the unhealthy way I exhibit my addictive-ness is through fast food. Fast food is my vice, my love, the heart of my life. You cannot understand (unless you also have this affliction... no, mom, not THAT affliction) how much it really consumes me. Seriously. Pretty sure I DO need to seek professional help.

So, three days this week (it's Wednesday... truly is Wednesday... even though I really didn't remember it was Wednesday this morning... the beauty of working at home -- no need to know the days) = three fast food lunches. I've taken to indulging my fast food habit over the lunch hour when I can sneak it more effectively. (Isn't that one of the signs? Sneaking around to get the fix? And another one (sign, I mean): I eat it alone.)


You're just not that type of guy/gal, you say? Well, just be careful. It can sneak up on you when you're not paying attention. You think you're strong. You've shifted away from the fast food life. It can still get you. Believe me. And before you know it, you're seeking professional help for your addiction. It can happen.