Confessions of a Food Addict
Glo's writer opens up about her out-of-control eating habits and how she finally learned to deal with her addiction
I've gotten just as wasted from overly processed sugary, fatty, salty foods as you have from drugs. I've passed out in a food coma. I've lied and stolen from others—it's just as bad to steal Halloween candy from a child as it is to steal from your boss.
I've eaten food from the garbage, tossed the leftovers in the trash—only to return, hours, maybe minutes later, to scrape off the ick and gobble down the food. Or, more honestly, to gobble the trash.
I've pretended at fast-food joints that I was ordering for four or five people; I've helped clear the table at a dinner party—so I could hide in the kitchen and finish what was left on the plates. I've asked at restaurants, "Are you going to eat that?" and practically licked a friend's plate clean. I've spent the night at a boyfriend's, raiding his refrigerator after midnight and dying of shame in the morning.
Once, I was supposed to bring a pumpkin pie to a family Thanksgiving. Instead, in my car, I ate the pie like a cookie and had to return to the store several times for more. I inhaled them all. I ended up bringing flowers.
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