Feeding The Monster

Nice to see you again!


Now, here's a little story for you...


When I was bored or stressed out,
or just plain fed up with life,
I used to go on eating binges.

I would go out and buy a bag of
pop corn, a bag of barbecue chips,
a bag of hickory sticks, a medium-
sized bottle of Coke, a Caramilk bar,
and a box or two of Smarties.

I'd come home, pull out the big
yellow plastic bowl from under
the kitchen counter, and empty
the contents of the bags, taking
care not to mix the popcorn with
the chips and the hickory sticks.
I wanted the bowl to be well
organized, easy to navigate
through, and agreable to the
eye: barbecue chips on the right,
hickory sticks on the left, and
the beautiful golden popcorn
in the middle.

I would then grab another bowl,
a small glass one, out of the
cupboard over the kitchen sink,
and break the Caramilk bar into
little squares which I carefully
piled up on one side of the bowl.
I'd then spill the Smarties on the
other side, making sure the red
ones were all at the bottom.
I liked to eat them last.

Depending on my mood, I'd either
choose a tall glass or a mug, and
I'd fill it to the rim with ice cold
Coke. Mouth watering, I'd carry
my lot of goodies to the living room
where I plopped my sad self down
on the sofa for an evening of sitcoms
and maybe a movie if I had rented one.

So for the next two and a half hours
it took me to eat my assortment of junk,
I felt exhilirated. But once the bowls were
empty, I felt guilty as hell. Guilty, and very,
very nauseous.

I had fed The Monster.
The anxiety was back,
stronger than ever.

In my next installment, you'll learn
how a proper diet can flush the
anxiety out of your system.

Be good,
Mudd

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