Well, I like sweets, so that seemed like a good place to start.
Like anyone reading this, I have my weaknesses. Some are obvious: I like to eat. You can see this when you meet me. I'm not unhealthy, but I carry a bit of extra weight. Others, you can't see. For example, I don't do well alone. Whenever I have been alone or felt like I was, I've made some pretty poor decisions. A good friend of mine has always reminded me of my manic self-imposed requirement that I always have a girlfriend. What can I say? I like the company of a lady. But, he had a point, it aint always a good thing.
Anyway, even though that's a biggie I'm sure, I'm more cognizant of my love of food. Especially sweets. Above all, I think, peanut butter takes the prize. I'm happy as a pig in sh&t if I have a jar of Skippy Chunky and a jar of Smuckers. I'll happily take one spoon and scoop out a little PB and a little J, put em together and inhale. No bread. It's like a binge - I have no idea how many calories I've consumed nor do I count how many times I dip my spoon. Some time later I'll find myself sprawled on the couch and twitching involuntarily with jelly smeared on my shirt and two empty jars.
Why? I'd love to blame my dad. For holidays I give him a large jar of peanut butter. And, yes, he showed me this trick - but only with the Skippy, not the Smuckers. That was my caloric addition to this disgusting habit (what's next? Will my sons add a stick of butter to this baccanal?)
I dig on the Cheetos and Fruity Pebbles, Ben & Jerry's, pancakes, Krispy Kreme donuts (hot), milkshakes and sundaes. Oatmeal Raisin cookies. Snickerdoodles and shortbread (Oh, God, the shortbread with icing...).
Again, Why? I'm not a total buffoon. I get it. Eat less and I'll weigh less. I go to a gym on a near-daily basis. I play ice hockey. I should know better, right?
I'm looking back at you with a blank stare. I have no earthly idea. Pass me a spoon.
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