It’s a word I fear. I don’t know why. I never had known addicts around me growing up to cause any sort of paranoia in me (that I remember!) But the thought of being addicted to something – anything! – freaks me out.
Once a year or so I go through the process of weaning myself off of my morning coffee just to make sure I’ m okay without it. I’ll let days (and sometimes weeks) pass without checking some of my favourite websites to be sure that I can still breathe without them. I’ll even leave my phone at home sometimes (sorry honey!!) so that I don’t feel bogged down by having to answer it’s every blip and ring.
I know what you’re thinking. All of this is well and good. But what’s she really trying to say? Well, dear friends (all 7 of you!) I just want you to know that I am fully admitting my addiction. My name is Rhonda and I am addicted to eggnog.
I know what you’re thinking. Oh pul-ease! It’s just eggnog! Stop being so dramatic. But perhaps I should explain a little further.
Each year I don’t allow myself to buy any for at home and I nearly have to avoid starbucks so as to not give in to the dreaded eggnog latte before December 1st. But this year I caved. It was barely the 15th of November and I did it. I placed my order for the creamy, the scrumptious, the amazing drink! And after I gulped it back licking every last morsel out of the cup I drove straight for the grocery store where I just happened to meander by the dairy section. Oh! Eggnog! You temptress. There you stood just beckoning me to buy you. And buy you I did.
In fact, by December 1st I had already finished an entire carton. By myself! Did I mention I’m the only one in my family that likes it? Which is really a good thing because I fear for the person who dare touch, or heaven forbid, finish off my carton!
I have all of the classic symptoms. I always have a stash. I have a plan as to how and when the stash will be consumed. I try to pass by starbucks but my vehicle just starts veering in as if on its own and then I have to order something! I make excuses for my consumption. (i’m not really addicted. I just like it. It’s Christmas. It’s not like I can drink it all year. I don’t have that much, really. Just a bit here and there. I can quit anytime. Oh did those kids want some? Sorry. THEY CAN’T!) And worst of all, I don’t even care that my jeans don’t fit quite right from all of the eggnog I’ve consumed. I’m blaming it on the Christmas baking that I haven’t even baked (or eaten!)
I need help.