Sugar Withdrawal October 25, 2007

I’m beyond tired. Not my usual depressed, heavy kind of tired, but this weird, floating-on-a-cloud kind of tired.  I can feel quivers crawling on the surface of my skin. My head, squeezed by a light pulsating force, seems to be hovering somewhere above the rest of my body. Aliens have taken over me.
 
Last night I ate 2 squares of chocolate, quickly and surreptitiously, as if I thought someone would catch me in the act. It was an act of desperation. 
 
I miss the taste of sweetness. When I think about it my mouth waters. This deprivation is torture. But I must continue to tell myself it is for my greater good. To remind myself I reach down to the soft, flaccid flesh bulging from my belly. There, between my fingers, lies the reason why I must end my passionate love affair with sugar.
 
I wish the aliens would kill me instead, for I don’t know if I can live without sugar, the only source of comfort in my life.