If I suddenly shave my head and start adding to my tattoo collection, call my folks and throw me in rehab. I can admit it. I have a problem. I am an addict. There, I said it. I've successfully crossed over the threshold of recovery. I've admitted the problem. For a while, I just lived with it and didn't think I really had an addiction. I mean, I wasn't "doing it" all the time. There are times when I am not even under the influence. Besides, it's an addiction that a lot of people have and live seemingly normal lives.
However, there are those moments of temporary insanity. Moments when the urge is so strong, I will go to almost any length to feed my demon. My mind becomes pre-occupied with NOTHING else. I start sweating, salivating and dreaming of getting my "fix." Plus, I get so insanely jealous of those around me who relish in this evil influence.
But, it's just a fantasy because I've taken the first steps to cure my addiction. I CAN'T have my drug because I've made a promise to my loved ones that I would quit, even if it's just temporary.
I will be a new and better person.
I gave up dessert and sweets for Lent and it's F*CKING KILLING ME!!!!!!!!!
...38 days to go until I can savor the sweet stuff again
1 comment:
I was raised Catholic (school & the whole nine yards)... Did your family go to the church Fish Fries? The dads always gave up beer for Lent...my mom was just trying to keep the hair on her head (5 boys and me) and I remember giving up chocolate...that was the standard, except I never have liked sweets to begin with...somethings wrong with that picture! ;)
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