I am a Junk Food Addict

The first step in dealing with an addiction is to admit that you have one. I have come to realize that I am a junk food addict. When I crave food, I don't crave apples, carrots, salads, wheat bread and all the other stuff that is good for you. When I am hungry, I want Wendy's, McDonald's, Taco Bell, or I want Doritos, Lays, Cheetohs, movie theater popcorn. I love full-blooded Pepsi's or Coca-Cola's or RC's. When I have a burger, I want cheese, bacon, avocado and mayonnaise on it, and I want it with deep-fried crispy french fries.

This addiction has left me in the obese category according to our federal goverment, whose BMI calculations do not take into account anyone's phsyique. I was never petite. I come from good german peasant stock and have great child-bearing hips. My son has inherited this physique, which is why I am so anal retentive about what he eats. (Though, lately, getting him to eat anything is impossible, all he wants to do is drink his sippies .) My daughter has inherited the female Stanislaw physique, which is petite. For which I am eternally grateful. But I digress.

Little Debbie and I are great friends, so are Hostess and, especially, Entemanns. It takes great force of will not to stop at a Krispy Kreme. The smell of fresh baked cookies literally makes me salivate.

The thought of having to fight this addiction for the rest of my life really scares me. It is an overwhelming thought that I will have to maintain a constant vigil for the rest of my life. If I even think of it, I want to run and hide. I am trying not to think about it that way. I am trying to make my mini goals. My first mini goal is to lose 5%, which I am over half-way there. My goal after than is 10% (or 25 lbs). After that, little goals to keep me going.

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