Have you ever heard someone say that they have an "addictive personality"? I've heard it before and was never quite sure what it meant, exactly. I mean, I understand the gist of what they're saying (despite what Sabo and Zack say, I'm not really that "slow"), but what exactly does it look like?
But now I'm thinking I might have one. Why do I think that?
Exhibit A: Diet Coke. Just look at the plethora of empty cans in my car and recycling bin if you want to know how bad that one is.
Exhibit B: Cheese, and cheese dip in particular. Because cheese literally makes EVERYTHING taste better.
Exhibit C: Mexican food. I can eat it every single day of the week without getting sick of it. And I proved that two weeks ago.
Exhibit D: Whipped cream from a can. I love it. I will have hot chocolate, coffee, pumpkin pie, ice cream . . . just so I can load it up with whipped cream on top. We're talking like a can a week, and Adam barely uses any. I blame my mom, she's the one who taught me (along with my sisters and various cousins) to spray it directly into my mouth.
I feel as though my problem is mostly a matter of knowing when to stop. My best friend always tells her son to "listen to his body" (he's potty training) and I'm pretty sure that's what I should be doing. But my body gives me mixed signals. My stomach might say "Stop. For the love of all that's good in the world, stop." But my taste buds? They're singing a different tune.
Unfortunately, I think I may have passed my inability to use moderation or self-control in food consumption onto my daughter. Because this is her "I ate too much cake" face . . . And trust me, I recognize it because I know just how she feels.