Time To Talk Turkey

Time to talk turkey. About addictions. Nothing to do with Thanks-giving, except that thankfully, I'm not alone. We're all addicted. Some of us to routine, traditions, food, O2; others to drugs, alcohol, drama, relationships, drama in relationships - you get the idea. One of the shelves in my bookcase is dedicated to books about addiction. Have they helped? A little.

And now the spewing forth, the splattering that is so common to confessional blogs. My drugs of choice: food and drama. There, I said it. No one who really knows me will be surprised.

Paradise

was very nice

for Adam and his madam,

until they filched the fruit and took the fall.

They lost their place

and fell from grace

and you can bet we can’t forget

that eating is the oldest sin of all.

Victor Buono, Head

LimesNow  openly says she "eats very little," and if you look at Standing On My Head, you know she can't possibly eat very much. How DO you DO that? I know the times I have been most successful at curbing my enthusicastic appetites (for both food and drama) are when I subscribe to the Bob-Newhart-as-psychiatrist-on-Mad-TV-method.

This method really works (for a while). Toss the books, the counselling, the wallowing, just "STOP IT!" After decades of fruitless and carbless struggles, I now know that dieting doesn't work. The times I have girdled up my loins and regimented my intake have always been followed by exhilerating, joyous consumptive celebrations. Follow The Tao. Be with what is. Go with the flow. Wu-Wei Wu 无为. I find that since I started blogging, I don't feel like eating as much. I know it's narcissistic, but in a good way. I am exploring parts of me that I barely admitted existed and the need to distract myself with food (or drama) has lessened. Of course, now my addiction is blogging. (look for next post: blogging about bloggers who blog about blogging)