Gluttony is when you crave something so much that it’s unhealthy, unnatural and immoral.

It’s when your brain says “that’s enough,” but you reach for the ice cream anyway, without hesitation, and without will.  It’s when you verbally beat an opponent, feel sorry that they’re so pathetic, but still continue with the attack for no other reason to squish them into the 9th ring of Hell – because you are gluttonous on winning.

I’ve started to encounter my own forms of gluttony – and it’s scary.   Unfortunately, it started with Edy’s Rocky Road ice cream.   I don’t like Rocky Road, but that didn’t stop me from downing half a pint.  This morning?  It was a freshly opened cottage cheese and a near miss on a tub of Cool Whip.
—  And to be totally honest, potentially a box of S’Mores cereal.  The first ingredient is sugar and I don’t particularly care for the taste… but half the box is gone and I just bought it yesterday.

To compensate, I think I’m starting to develop a gluttonous appetite for working out.  My brother, thankfully, has joined and started to accompany me a couple of days a week – but the last time he didn’t I worked the elliptical for over two hours – and am paying for it.  My left side hurts terribly, but I’ll never tell.  I wouldn’t want to give anyone any reason for me not to go to the gym.

It’s not like I can control my own destiny around here, you know.   I’m “told” that I can do what I like, but have global length list of what I shouldn’t do…  or if I did I would severely disappoint the family – which is a fate worse than death.

So, I’m not sure how to combat gluttony.  I know it’s one of the 7 deadly sins and, while I’m not religious, I’d imagine 7 deadly sins earned their title.

I’m stuck.  It’s scary.  I’m not in control of myself.

I got to figure this out.
Somehow.