The Break-Up (with Fast Food)
In the beginning, It was just for fun. You know, a taste of the wild side. I knew It wasn’t the best for me, but I saw It for what It was: quick; easy; convenient. I didn’t think I’d actually develop a hunger for It. But It hooked me. There It was on every corner, tempting me; teasing me. It knew what I craved and It could served it up fast. I couldn’t help myself; I had an appetite for of the convenience of It.
Then, I started relying on It too much. It started affecting other parts of my life. It left me weak; depressed; depleted. I didn’t have the energy like I did before. All I felt like doing was zoning out with It. It wasn’t giving me the sustenance I needed. It wasn’t good for me, but It was so easy. I made excuses for It like: I still desired It; I still needed It. But really, It just wasn’t fulfilling my needs. I knew I had to make a fresh start. I deserved better. I deserved to be nourished. I deserved to feel replenished and satisfied.
“You’ll be back,” It sneered. I thought about that for a minute, and you know what, I might be. There may be rare occasions I feel like slumming it in the grease pits; but on those occasions I’ll keep myself in check. I won’t let It consume me again.
“You’ll be sorry,” It mocked. Without hesitation I said "no way." I knew there was better out there for me. With a little extra effort, I could have more satisfaction and more variety. I would be stronger, my support systems would be healthier and I could feel proud of myself.
“Take care of yourself kid,” It quipped.
And that is precisely what I am doing!