Today is National Name Your Poison Day. Today, my poison is named Black Box Merlot. I used to be all about that Jack Daniels but hard liquor has turned my stomach since my dad's birthday party drunken debacle. I hope I outgrow this because Jack and cokes are delicious. 4:40 cannot come fast enough. I tried to scratch my boob and the second skin that was on the end of my mangled finger got caught on my bra strap and came off like a shell off of a shrimp. My finger hurts and I want to go home. TGIF. Focus: name your poison, bitches. Sorry, no pictures of scantily clad ladies today.
Focus: For me it is sugar, more specifically chocolate. I have a hard time not eating it. I will not go out and buy some but if it is in my house any chocolate is gone. I am starting to count my calories again to get my eating habits back in check.
Black Forest Gummy Bears. Not the organic or sour ones, just the regular real fruit juice ones. It's like crack. I have been known to skip a meal, just so I can eat Gummies while I watch TV later. Sam's used to carry the 6 lb bag, but no more. I just buy a couple of the 28 oz bags at a time. All the others are just like plastic-y crap, but the BFGBs are the bomb. The Publix store brand ones are closest, and I will tolerate those.
Pork Rinds. The amount of sodium in them makes me feel like shit. And yet I can not stop eating them. I banned myself from going inside gas stations because of it. This has been an issue since I quit smoking. Ever since the nicotine craving went away my body craves fat and salt apparently. I don’t get it. If I give in to my craving I binge on it like a fucking bolemic. I hate being a human.
These very specific honey roasted peanuts. They are amazing. You can go through a ton in 1 sitting without blinking.
I used to cook those up for my flea market. You think they're good out of the bag? Fresh out of the fryer they're incredible. I probably took 10 years off my life eating those things. Now I just drink Coke. Like 4-5 bottles a day. I'm sure that's good for me.
I quit drinking soda and smoking cigarettes. My vices seem so simple now. I also have a problem with binge drinking. I hate moderation. If I drink more than three beers, I end up drinking until I can’t see. I only get to drink once every few months because of it. I hate being old.
Mine was Breyers Tiramisu flavored gelato. I stocked up on it when it was on clearance right before Publix discontinued it, but now it's long gone. I guess now it's Starbucks mocha and caramel frappuccinos. I probably average 1 per week, which is way too many.
I still smoke. Drinking I've moderated myself down to Friday and Saturday only and usually no more then 10 beers. That's probably still way to much, but it's better then the 20-30 I was drinking almost every day for a few years.
By most definitions everyone is an alcoholic. By my definition it would be the physical need to drink. Similar to the nicotine addiction. I don’t feel compelled to drink.
Hot cheetos. If I open the bag, I down the bag. I also go through a few gallons of sweet tea each week.
A physical need to drink is a hallmark of alcoholism. It’s one of the few drugs that has that effect, and maybe the only one where the withdrawal can kill you. Not that I give a shit, you do you. But just a heads up. I grew up around it so the alarm bells went off since I’ve heard the same reasoning before.
These days, my poison is Franzia Cabernet Sauvignon. It's got more kick than beer (and is less filling), but I can drink it all night and not get shithoused drunk like I would on liquor. I go through a couple of boxes of that stuff a week. Past poisons: Steel Reserve (what the fuck was I thinking?), Mickey's malt liquor, Budwieser (I used to spend almost $100 a week on Bud in the mid '00s.)
Oh, are we doing non-alcohol? I cannot be trusted around anything that is predominantly chocolate. I try not to buy it because I will put it away in a sitting. I can't even keep baking chocolate in the house because in times of crisis (ie: it's the end of the week and I need to go to the store), that gets demolished too. The most recent found obsession is this: The first time, el hubs bought it for me, I was good and ate half one night and half the next. The next week, I bought it for myself. I ate 75% one night and had the other quarter the next night. And I know, if I buy it again the whole thing is getting polished off in a sitting.