So, I’ve Come To The Conclusion That I Need To Treat Candy Like
An alcoholic treats drink.
I don’t mean to make light of the disease of alcoholism. I don’t believe that a person can be addicted in the same fashion to candy.
For one thing, eating too much candy also doesn’t impact people around you in the same way. I am not, for example going to eat a pound of M&Ms and get in my car and kill someone riding home from work on their skateboard.
I am however, nuts.
I’m not a “volume eater.” I am easily satisfied with a single slice of pizza, maybe two. I don’t like fried foods or creamy sauces. My alcohol consumption is light to moderate.
But candy. I could eat pillow cases full. My considerable body weight in candy.
Small candy though. M&Ms, Kisses, Hugs, jelly beans, Raisinettes, spice drops. That was actually hard to type. I want to hop in my car and run to Wegmans now. Sick.
So I definitely have that whole powerless, impulsive out of control thing going on. I also have that “what are you, a spoiled child?” shame thing going on.
So it seems like some of the same addiction principles would apply.
Now my knowledge of Alcoholics Anonymous is mainly based on Lawrence Block’s Matt Scudder, but one thing I do know is the concept of one day at a time.
So every day, I’m not having any candy today. So far I’m about ten days in.
One day at a time.