Food. AKA, DEBIL.

So, I love food. This goes without saying because most people pretty much love food.

Problem is, I am a food lover with an eating ISSUE.

Fun times!

My biggest food hang up is I eat when I’m bored or depressed. So, in reality? About 35 percent of my day I’m shoveling shit in my mouth. It’s good that I’m cognizant of it, but that doesn’t mean I’m not sitting here consuming my leftover pasta salad in mass quantities even though I know I’m not hungry.

Why do I do this?

Why does my pasta salad have to taste so good?

When will this madness stop?

Honestly, when I become aware of my eating habits I can curtail them. It’s been so long since I actually thought about how and why I eat that I lost track of it, so I anticipate I will be getting better about things. I think I’ll just blame my mother for this, considering she and my grandmother taught me how to cook. If everything I made tasted like dog shit, there wouldn’t be this issue.

One thought on “Food. AKA, DEBIL.

  1. A-fuckin’-men to every word of this post. Amen. I hear you. I blame my mom too. She’s the “Von, you’re fat. Here I baked a cake!” variety of mom.

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