Apologies again for the absence of the Minute last week. I had no power Monday afternoon through about 10 pm that night, and when the power came on I had had a few. Writing was not the best idea. At least I made a cameo writing Eat My Sports last week.
I also have another thing I need to apologize to you about. This is not easy for me to say at all, but I have to be brave and come out and say it. Folks, I am an addict. I’ve been one for years. It started off when I was a kid, I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but as I got older, things got worse. Now I’m coming clean.
As with most people, I experimented in college. I thought I could handle it–that I could quit any time I wanted to. I was wrong. Before I knew it, I was hooked worse than ever before. My body would tell me I needed another hit, so I gave in every time. I’m struggling to recover even today from my addiction to fast food.
It’s true. When I was little, I would hit up my parents for “Happy Meals” because they came with a “toy.” I had no way of knowing at the time that it was just a marketing ploy designed by McDonald’s to get me addicted before I knew better. It got worse in my teen years. I ate whatever I wanted and never got fat. Some say it was my youthful metabolism.
By the time I got to college, I thought I knew everything. I moved away from home, and was introduced to whole new genres of fast food. Suddenly, I was exposed to Chick-Fil-A, Mean Gene’s Burgers (now defunct) and Sonic. Then I hit 21, and began the vicious cycle. I was able to go out to bars and eat their fare, it is a classic tale of addiction. Cheese sticks lead to nachos, nachos lead to waffle fries. I was always just a couple steps away from turning trick for buffalo wings.
The bars even had 25-cent wing nights just to make sure I could not live without them. I believed I was entitled to the temptations all around me. And pizza, don’t even get me started on pizza.
Then I found out recently that eating fatty or sugary foods can give you an addictive reaction in your brain up there with heroin. It wasn’t my fault, and it never was. I never had any control over what I ate, it was my brain telling me I needed my fix. I realized that if I kept on my path, I could die, or get a belly, anyway.
Since then, it’s been a struggle, and I take it one day at a time. Every now and then I have a slip up with Chipotle, and pay the consequences for it. I just want you the reader to know that I am trying to break this addiction. I want to apologize to you, my fans and my sponsors, for my transgressions. I thank you for your support in these challenging times.