There aren’t any pleasures I do that I don’t feel guilty about. I don’t smoke anymore and boy was that a pleasure. I enjoyed smoking and it was a great stress reliever for me. But I prefer living so I no longer smoke, although stress now triggers me to eat. Eating is a pleasure especially ice cream any flavor except anything with peanut butter or marshmallows. While I’m indulging in the ice cream I don’t have any guilt. I take that first spoonful, put it in my salivating mouth and slowly let every last drop melt off the spoon. I close my eyes as my taste buds explode I swoon into a quivering climax.
Oh it’s disgusting I know. I love anything creamy puddings, flans, mashed potatoes, cream pies, sherbet, whip cream. You get the idea. But I don’t like jello, wish I did that usually has zero calories. My creamy obsession, like I said is not a guilt free pleasure. That’s because I am morbidly obese from excessive steroid use. I don’t have the discipline to eat just one scoop if I did then maybe it would be guilt free. I eat at minimum a pint of ice cream at a time. I know, I know I’m a pig!! I’m weak and blame it on the medication I take. When in reality I don’t have will power. It is so comforting when I feel the soft and sweet delights in my mouth that gives me such satisfaction.
Before everyone tells me this isn’t true let me say my self-esteem is fine. I’m comfortable in my skin and with the person I am. I would just be more comfortable if I had healthy eating habits and a healthy weight.
I know gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins that I wrote about a few days ago. I never said I was flawless but I am constantly trying to be the best person I can be. After all I am a mortal I am not divine. As I often say in my writings I’m a work in progress. So I offer no apologies for my weak indulgences. Also back in April blogging 201 prompt was to share what my biggest junk food weakness. You can read that here.