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.