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Addicted
A true story
Hello, my name is Allan and I’m a healthy living addict. I’ve been clean for, let’s see… five hours, twenty-three minutes and four, no, five, seconds. I’m trying to stay clean until at least this evening, when I just know I’ll relapse and have vegetables and chicken breast poached in broth for dinner.
It’s difficult. My friends are great: they keep reminding me that I need to cure my addiction and I really want to be like them. I want a normal life where I can just sit on the sofa for hours staring at a shiny screen while eating slices of pizza and going through a couple of six-packs of beer or soda. I don’t want to see my abdominal muscles every time I strip to get into the shower. I want that nice soft prolapsed belly all my friends have. But it’s so difficult. You all know that. That’s why we’re all here.
The problem is, it’s so easy to fall off the wagon. This morning I went down to the mall to pick up a box of twenty Krispy-Crème donuts but I just couldn’t stop myself. All my resolutions about walking straight past the entrance to the gym crumbled and in I went. I told myself I could handle it. I told myself I was just going in to look and talk with the guys, for old time’s sake. But then: there were the weights, all nicely racked and stacked and beckoning to me. So I told myself, hey, just one set, just one light set, where’s the harm in that…
