A Thought About Survival Mode

One of my readers posted a comment in regards to 'eat breakfast or go into survival mode' and I wanted to speak on that point a while. Nothing too deep, but just my take on the situation.

I don't do breakfast. I don't do lunch either, and while I'm fasting, I don't do any other meals for that matter. However, when NOT fasting, and still skipping breakfast/lunch, I do have an evening meal. My reasoning behind skipping the first 2 meals is that if I eat once in the day, generally in the morning, I'm doomed to hunger for the rest of the day. It's like the old homage, if you have one cookie from the cookie jar, you'll want more and more.

Therefore, I skip breakfast. My body is already accustomed to bizarre food restrictions so just avoiding the first meal all together makes my body go into a very patternistic behavior I will discuss as follows:

First, I wake and the stomach feels empty. I fill it with crazy pills and a vitamin, a glass of water, and I'm off. The drive to work is accompanied by cigarettes and large bowls of pot, so my appetite is taken care of. (I'm never hungry in the morning, but the emptiness at times masks itself as needing food, and when exposed to a pile of donuts, could force an otherwise cunning individual to bend the rules. There's no cheating in this game.)

So, I arrive at work, and make some coffee. No sugar, only Splenda. Sugar-free Swiss Miss + one 16oz cup of black coffee + 1 packet Splenda + 1-2 ounces of half & half = the world's best low-carb, sugar-free Mocha you've ever had. I live off the stuff. But the challenge is to bypass the donuts. If I eat one, it will mean binging for the rest of the day. I can't do that to myself.

The hours pass, the coffee flows, the cigarettes are smoked at every possible moment I can, and the hunger is avoided. Literally, as soon as my first sip of coffee is taken, my masquerading hunger is gone. Just like that. Had I let my willpower go and indulged in a sweet confection, you can best your pressed hams that I'd be forced to eat endlessly for the remainder of the day. Remember, eating = the enemy.

Lunch time has finally arrived. Smoke my cigs, drive to a nice spot, smoke a bowl, focus on my thoughts for a bit, and head back to work. Just the break alone helps my mind focus as I'm back on the job, no one any wiser, and my attention finely honed. No sugar to mess me up.

So the day continues until a close, where I smoke and smoke on the drive home, never indulging on the fried chicken joint I pass by every day coming home or the banging Japanese delivery place I have on speed-dial. Nope, I consume caffeine, nicotine, tetrahydrocannabinol, and sometimes a little asparatame. I generally prefer Splenda, though.

The key to this lifestyle is complete control over yourself. If you can't handle the pile of donuts in the morning, you can't handle the rest of the day at all.

They say at AA meetings to take it one day at a time. Well to me, the day begins and ends at 9am because if I make it past then, the whole day is in the clear. Fuck breakfast, I'd rather get high.

With love, the nut.