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Topic: GLUTTONY (overindulgence and overconsumption) (01/15/15)
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TITLE: Resolute Failure | Previous Challenge Entry
By Brenda Rice
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My resolve to kick my addiction had caused me to take drastic action. I took a two week vacation and armed with novels and magazines recused myself to my bed with no food and only a small amount of water for five days. When my feet touched the floor, my head spun and I grabbed a nearby chest for support. After making my way to wash my face and brush my teeth, I was limp as a dish rag.
The growling I heard was my stomach, but there were also voices in my head. Obviously, I was dehydrated and somewhat delirious. Gulping for air I leaned hard against the wall as I made my way to the kitchen. When I flipped on the lights, I saw stars for a second. Once my head cleared I scanned for something—anything to eat. As my fingers gripped the door handle to the pantry I felt a renewed sense of energy.
I flung open the door, flipped on the light and there before me was a bonanza of goodies. Competing voices told me to eat and not eat. Which one was right? Attempting logic I told myself I had been five days without food—eat was the correct answer. Then a voice shouted, “eat healthy”, but another yelled, “eat everything, you deserve it!”
Carefully I arranged all my favorite snacks along the counter in order from savory to sweet. Then, I narrowed my choices to the sugar free, low fat, low carb, whole grain ones. Feeling faint I rested my head on the counter—Big Mistake!
Fragrances of chocolate (dark, of course), roasted nuts, coconut, tomato and basil, plus assorted protein bars attacked my senses sending me into a feeding frenzy that would shame a great white shark. My greasy fingers left smudges on the fridge when I went for milk (low fat) to wash it all down. Euphoric, I sat there among my favorite things, but euphoria is a fleeting fickle friend.
Soon without warning reality set in and so did a severe case of nausea that sent me scurrying to the bathroom and back into my bed in horizontal confinement. Overwhelmed by shame, I was along, defeated and hopelessly locked in combat with my old enemy. I curled into fetal position and comforted myself with these words…there’s always next year.
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