I had to wake the fuck up! The shit I was eating every day was slowly killing me. I used to think cocaine was bad, but then I took a good hard look at my plate. My food habit turned out to be more insidious, more pervasive, and more deadly than any cocaine addiction.
Let me break down why I needed to change, and why you might need to as well, before it’s too damn late.
First off, accessibility. Cocaine is illegal, expensive, and socially taboo. Junk food, on the other hand, is everywhere. It was in my home, my workplace, my kid’s school.
It’s everywhere. I could walk into any convenience store and see aisles packed with brightly colored, sugar-laden, chemically enhanced crap that was scientifically engineered to hook me.
These corporations are no better than drug dealers—they just wear suits and have fancier titles.
My daily consumption of processed foods, sugary drinks, and junk snacks was wreaking havoc on my body in ways I couldn’t even imagine. This shit was a slow poison, killing me one bite at a time.
While cocaine can lead to an overdose and immediate death, the slow decay of my health due to poor eating habits was a torturous, drawn-out process.
I wouldn’t drop dead in a flash, but I’d suffer through years of deteriorating health, mounting medical bills, and declining quality of life.
And let’s not forget about addiction. Sugar is eight times more addictive than cocaine. Yes, you read that right. Those sweet treats I couldn’t resist were chemically manipulating my brain, driving me to consume more and more.
It was a vicious cycle.
The more I ate, the more I craved. I got a quick high, followed by a crash, and then I was back for more. Sound familiar?
It’s the same damn cycle that plagues cocaine addicts.
The social acceptability of food addiction made it even more dangerous. Society shuns drug addicts, pushing them to seek help. But food addicts? We’re everywhere, blending in because our drug of choice is socially accepted, even celebrated.
This made it infinitely harder to recognize the problem and seek help. I could joke about my love for donuts all I wanted, but the reality was, I was trapped in a cycle that was killing me just as surely as any illegal drug.
Let’s talk about the long-term damage. Cocaine use can destroy lives quickly—addiction, legal troubles, overdose.
But food addiction? It’s a slow, creeping death.
High blood pressure, cholesterol, insulin resistance—these weren’t just numbers. They were signs that my body was hurting. Over time, my arteries could clog, my heart struggle, and my organs could fail.
The damage from years of poor eating habits was often irreversible. I couldn’t just stop eating junk food and expect to be healthy overnight. The destruction took years to manifest and years to undo—if I was lucky.
So, what’s the solution? It’s simple, but it’s not easy.
I had to take control.
I educated myself about what I was putting into my body. I ditched the processed crap, the sugar-laden drinks, the fast food.
I focused on whole foods—fresh vegetables, fruits, lean proteins, and tons of eggs.
It was time to detox from the shit that was killing me.
And I had to do it now.
Not tomorrow, not next week.
Right now.
The urgency couldn’t be overstated. Every day I continued with my harmful eating habits, I edged closer to a life of chronic disease, pain, and early death.
I wouldn’t stand by and watch someone I love destroy their life with cocaine. So why the hell was I doing it to myself with food?
I got angry.
I got serious.
I’m trying to change my damn life before it is too late.
And you can too.
Onward 🫡
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