JCB
Branched out member
- Location
- Westport, Mass.
Right! That is the deal.Alright, here’s the deal. You either are ready to make a change or not. You will likely need to hit fucken rock bottom and come to the cross roads. Until then rationalization will probably get the most of you.
Get real with your self. Do you seriously want to change? Can’t do this shit half assed
And a good, honest start might be to define what addictions, exactly, we are talking about. As someone who has been a compulsive overeater, a chronic drinker, a drug user, and so on, I am baffled by your mention of "food," so please be clear about what's troubling you. I do know that all inputs/obsessions/addictions can merge and muddy the waters even more. During my "suicidal" overeating phase, I could only stop a binge with a glass of whiskey, so those connections are very real. Be aware that conditions like wheat allergies, sensitivities to chemicals, etc., can make everything from toast to booze to perfumed dryer-sheets into mind-altering substances.
Be honest with yourself, your mates, and your doctors. I used to diet and restrain my drinking for a month before doctors' visits--and immediately drive from there to the liquor store, or the weed dispensary, or the pizza shop, or all three. When I could no longer "control" myself for the requisite month, I visited the doctor in all my fat, lethargic "glory," and told him that I drank vodka by the quart and abused over-the-counter drugs in order to sleep. After he explained the rarity of patients revealing such truths, he asked me about the negative thoughts in my head. Would I be interested in trying Zoloft, which takes about six weeks to start working? I did, and about six weeks later I found myself humming and thinking happy thoughts while out pruning one day. Until that moment, I was "unable" to achieve that level of self-comfort/ease without booze, food, drugs, etc.
Zoloft changed my life for the better, so please do not condemn the idea of trying anti-depressants. Some of our brains lack the proper chemical mix--and our attempts to correct that balance by ingesting even more shit is seldom the answer. Also, do not underestimate the detrimental power of food addictions. At my worst, I had boxes of Triscuits near my bed, on my bicycle, in my car--all used to control my mood during addictive cycles of uplift and crashing. I once drove my friends down to Seattle for a concert: At the end of the day, they said, "John, we don't know what the hell is in those Triscuits, but you cannot function for very long without them!"
Anything can become a physical/emotional addiction. Think about what you are putting in your mouth, monitor the results, and work to avoid the stuff that takes you down.... If your house and your vehicle are full of air-fresheners and your clothes are laden with scents, start by throwing all that shit out and opening the windows. That shit is very similar to breathing gasoline all day--something you may be doing already.