I've been broke, eating rice and whatever else was hiding in the back corners of the fridge while waiting for pay day. This had me pretty vulnerable to making poor food choices. I'd just worked a long day and was meeting a High School kid at Jimmy's Cafe to talk about a project. That was all it took. Yes, I could have ordered a salad instead of fries but the salads at Jimmy's just don't look that good. I wanted something satisfying... like fries and tarter sauce.
I think the key here is to not give up. Because really, if I just have fries & tartar sauce a few times a year it might not kill me. Which all leads me to wonder if I'm seemingly magnetized to suicidal eating because I have a subconscious death wish? Meeting as Jimmy's was my idea. I've read that cigarette advertisements tap into the deep, dark, death wish region of our subconscious. Like anyone, I've had moments when I've thought "Oh shit, just shoot me". But no, I think my will to live is strong. I better go do some yoga.














