Take away my shoes
Take away my socks
Take all of my toys
Even my building blocks
I'll keep my Hershey bars.
Drive away my two cars
Take away my favorite bike
Help yourself to what you like
Carry off my so precious fiddle
On the hill play "Hey Diddle Diddle"
If you dare touch my Hershey Bars
You'll be the first on Planet Mars....
S'pose you know by now
That I've gotten fat--even how.
(By eating lots of cacao bean
Hiding it, so's not be seen)
So never ever even think
Offering me spicy food or drink
Will wrap me up and tie me in a knot
To loosen the hold on my chocolate.
DIETING: DYING OR LIVING
For a week now I have been trying to "watch what I eat" read: not eat. Just want to lose a few pounds, say 20-30 or so. Anyway, I am only FOUR fewer than when I started, according to some. But I see it as a total loss of EIGHT pounds, because had I continued on my ch-ch-ch-chocolate-and-cheese diet I would have gained four pounds. Is 4+4 not 8?
If anyone has bothered to read that paragraph...does it make sense? I mean, my arithmetic!
After years of becoming and achieving the status of a stark-raving-raging-mad chaos-driven (and fat!) alcoholic, the arithmetic I learned was 0 drink + 1 drink = Total drunken wreckage! Because one drink ALWAYS (I NEVER had "just one") led to another and another, until...sweet oblivion. Understand that for YEARS it was not like that...but, little-by-little my body adjusted to the drug amounts, and I had to keep having more and more...just in order to get the "effect", to "again experience the sense of ease and comfort which comes at once from taking a few drinks...".
If I went to a party, I ALWAYS brought my own bottle, so I would not be embarrassed to drink whatever I (by then) needed, to be really and truly what I determined as social.
AND...I was forever the great pretender, pretending that I was shober-ash-a-shJudgeh in any situation. I prided myself on my capability--capacity--to drink more than anyone, and be able to "hold my liquor". What a farce! The few Peeps who cared at all wondered, "How long before he dies?" (I was age 38-40 then.) And I guess I was really trying to kill myself with alcohol.
Well, in AA I found out that I had ZERO tolerance for alcohol. The only way I could live was to NOT take the "first drink". Finally that made sense to me. Simple, yes. Easy? No! But anyone will have to admit this works...if I don't take that first drink I will never get drunk. For me it is the only thing which works.
Soooo, back to my diet. If I stop eating, I'll never get fat and I'll die! On the other hand, when I stopped drinking, I THOUGHT I was dying...and soon began to live, and later to really live, and now--sometimes--to be blest with a peacefulness beyond understanding.
Meanwhile, will you try please, to:
Stay sober with me today?
Smile today, with me?
Harbor no ill will or resentments today?
Be at PEACE today?
Be full of LOVE today?