Tuesday, July 02, 2013
You know, you hear things about "sugar addiction" and you think it's just a pretty metaphor, but I've come to the conclusion that it is actually possible to be really, truly, genuinely addicted to sugary "food." Namely, Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream.
I've been doing pretty good lately - eating lots of veggies and high quality meat, getting in my 10,000 steps, fitting into my pants. But then something made me think of that ice cream and it became a bit of an obsession. This time around I was able to fight the urge for three days. I even got into my car twice to go to the store and buy a pint, but was able to shake the craving by driving around a little fast for a while with the radio cranked up. Third time's the charm, though, and I finally drove all the way to the store and bought some ice cream this evening.
I don't know what it is about the particular blend of chocolate, marshmallow, and caramel but that Phish Food is just crack-tastically addictive. I've spent the past three days feeling like a junkie desperate for a fix. Intellectually I understand the science behind hyperpalatable foods but it's still scary to experience such a strong pull from something that should be so benign. You know those creepy behavioral science experiments where rats will keep hitting a lever to stimulate the pleasure center of their brain until they die of starvation? That's how I am with this ice cream. I wish the store sold single serve cups of Ben and Jerry's the way they sell single serve Haagen Daazs cups, because once I break that seal there is just no stopping until the ice cream is gone gone gone. And I kind of hate myself for buying it, I hate how good it tastes when I'm eating it, and I hate how guilty I feel after I've eaten it...but I can't stop. That sure sounds like an addiction, dunnit? I don't think it's just me, either - the cashier at the grocery store even commented about how much she hates to love that particular blend of ice cream. Crack, seriously.
I'd like to say that this is my "no more!" moment but I don't think I'm strong enough to swear off this particular ice cream forever. At some level it's probably less harmful to just pig out on ice cream once a month when my hormones get all wonky than it is to keep driving around town like an idiot ruining my hearing while I wait for the urge to pass. But I do wish I had never tasted the stuff in the first place, and if anyone has a wealthy relative who could buy the recipe rights from Ben and Jerry to make it disappear from stores forever you would be my new BFF. Just sayin'. :)
Food addiction indeed!