by Iris Flower

Created on: August 17, 2009

Is Over-Eating a disease?

Hamburgers, pizzas and cake OH MY! I have consumed all three at one sitting in my life and let me tell you, it felt good in the moment. I was deep in my eating mode where the only thing I could think of was to stuff my face, make my mouth so full it was hard to even chew. I sat there and ate non stop, I had to have every piece leave the plate, box or package it came in. I needed the feeling of completeness, of knowing that I alone could make it happen. I gorged myself, loving the feel of it, the taste of greasy cheese and pizza sauce, the feel of juicy meat with gooey cheese and the crunch of the vegetables, the pickles, lettuce, tomato and onion! The warmth of it all bringing a smile to my face, the thrill of knowing I had the control of stopping but chose not too, I could not disappoint the makers of all this fine food, they made it just to order, I just had to finish it. I got to a point of losing control, not being able to put the food down, my hand holding it tighter, the smell beckoning me, my mouth opening and taking bigger bites, faster bites, the feel of it all as it passed my throat. The joy of feeling myself stuffed out of comfort, my jaw hurting from all the constant chewing, but I could not stop, NO! There is still food on the table and my need is yet to be filled, so I follow it with what else, cake! It is so perfect, so round. It calls to me, the sight of it, the scent.....my mouth waters, I reach for it, I take a swipe of the frosting with my finger to my lips.........mmmmhhhhhh so good!

But I feel full, no matter, I must have it, I must finish what I set out to do, I can not leave a job unfinished and this cake is the last of my assignments. I cut a piece, take the first bite of it and I sigh! Not from pleasure right now, but from the pain in my side from the food not yet digested in my stomach. I put the plate down, get up and walk to the sink to put away dirty dishes and throw away trash....I can hear the cake...it's calling come on, one little piece, look at me. I ignore it, keep working on the dishes......pssssst, smell my rich icing..........I look back and sniff the air, smells chocolatey. Come on, look at the piece you cut....one little bite......sweet and small bit I stand there at the sink just silent and looking at the piece on the plate. It's not that big of a piece, I can probably eat it now since I got up to move around. I pick up the plate, fork a small piece, feel the smooth chocolate

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