I Have Met the Enemy

Lately, I’ve noticed that my ankles have been swelling more than what I thought was usual.

I work a sedentary job. I don’t exercise. I know the risk factors; I know the problem.

I am addicted to food.

I like food. I like how it fills a hole inside me. I like the narcotic feel of it. And I know it’s killing me. I’m killing me.

But unlike being addicted to a chemical, like meth, I can’t quit food.

One step at a time.

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