They call this a relapse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Five chocolate chip cookies, four rashes of thick bacon and a gulp down of heavenly milky tea with added sugar. I think this is the first lunch I\u2019ve had in about six or seven weeks. The last relapse was around that time, but the excuse I had was that it was summer holidays, kids were home so at least I have to eat lunch with them. Afterall, who could resist home-made pizza with extra, extra cheese on top? No brainer, so I munched it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This seems to be a recurring theme. Some might call it roller-coaster fasting, or lack of discipline. I just cut to the chase: it\u2019s a relapse. The instant high from the carbs and sugar is like a hot mixture of street cocaine, dirty crack n\u2019 acid. Fast, effective and ridiculously addictive.
This is the fight I have. Trying to beat my sugar addiction, and trying to stay away from the bacon. Fat n’ sugar are a potent mix. The cookies called me by name today, and I hit back with a crooked smile. I high-fived those motherfuckers and took each one down with every toke of my tea. Drill bumpin\u2019 in the background speakers spittin\u2019 Harlem Spartans.<\/a> Kent Nizzy is definitely a head spinner when the sugar is buzzin’.<\/p>\n\n\n\n