Addiction...And All That Jazz

For the record, this is not turning into an addiction blog.

Having said that, I will say that I've been without alcohol for over a week now. It hasn't been terrible. Sure, I have thought about it every day, but I don't think I'm craving it, or suffering from withdrawals.

I do miss a good craft beer, though.

I've made a goal to get my weight down under 130 lbs. Then, I will indulge. Not crazily, not recklessly, friends.

Here's the thing. I'm getting older. Metabolism is slowing down. I'm probably going to put on weight as I age. Errr...not probably, definitely. But, I'm too much of a fan of food and drink, and not enough of a fan of spending hours in the gym.

It's an impasse, for sure - one we all face, undoubtedly.

For example...

This is a crappy piece of cherry pie.

I teach at a college in the Culinary Arts department, so I have access to good food. *Sigh* Why, then, did I reach for this Sysco-knockoff premade pie?

Addiction, probably. Sugar craving, carb craving.

I was two bites in, and it wasn't that great. In fact, it was FROZEN. It had been pulled from the freezer that morning, sliced and portioned, and placed in the dessert case in the cafeteria. And I stupidly fell for it.

But I was lucky. Fortunately, I don't really care for frozen fruit pie, so I tossed this in the trash shortly after taking this photo. RIP Crappy Cherry Pie.

I *knew* this piece of pie was going to be terrible when I grabbed, but that didn't stop me. Look at that crust, for goodness sake! Can you even see it? I guess that's the nature of addiction, it gets us at our weakest, our most vulnerable.

I know I will continue to have missteps in the future. I know I will eat or drink something I KNOW I shouldn't. But I will anyway. That's the human condition - what feels like the constant state of struggle.

Too bad I just can't get addicted to jogging or lifting weights or martial arts. That would be a sweet replacement. Maybe?

Cheers and Happy Tuesday!

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