Potato Chips Anonymous
Ever feel like you’re 1 shallow pond short of a life?
I have GOT to stop eating potato chips.
What is it about the crunchy, salty, taste-bud tingling chemical goodness that has me going back for more?
Will I ever stop babbling and go to sleep?
I have to branch out, turn over a new leaf, build a bridge and force water under it. Something else besides continuing to reach for the cylinder of feel-good sour cream crispies.
I’m not talking about the fried kind saturated with grease. I might as well hammer nails into my stomach as to eat those instead of the pin pricking lead weight that now inhabits my stomach. I’m talking about the baked kind in the stackable cylinders.
Is it possible to become addicted to potato chips? Where is a Potato Chips Anonymous support group when you need one?
As I’m prone to do when it’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep, I look stuff up. I found an article on why potato chips are so addictive:
Never would I have believed someone could come up with a term like “recreational over-eating.” Compulsive, maybe. I guess that’s the same as irritatingly obsessive. But recreational?
Apparently, rats become addicted to potato chips, too.
“By the looks of it, potato chips stimulate the reward, addiction, food intake, sleep, activity and motion centers in the brains of the rats in a way different from that of the standard chow.”
I’ve been called a rat before–among other non-complimentary names–so I’m sure it applied to me, too. Just as people with an alcohol problem can’t have their favorite bubbly at home, I’m going to have to come to grips with the fact that I can’t have potato stacks anywhere near my body.
What particular brand of poison shores you up when you’re bogged down with a pond full of stress in the marshlands of life?
I’m taking notes. “Put chips on guest room night table” I can do that now as I think the expiry date is long past our life span.
My weakness is chocolate. But the real stuff. Not the wax you buy in a convenience store. The expensive kind that gives you a feeling of bliss with the smallest bite. Dark preferably. 🙂
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If you’re ever in California don’t leave without getting a box of See’s Chocolates. 😀
I’ve heard of them! Thank you for reminding me. I have a friend there now. I must text him to bring some back. thank you. 😀
When I lived in California, it was Ethel M. candies that I craved. There used to be a little shop in a mall in San Rafael and it gives me chills just thinking about it. Unfortunately, the company is no more.
The story goes that Ethel Mars didn’t like what her sons were doing to candy and started a business of her own, one which continued to make fine chocolates. Who knows if that’s true, but it certainly makes for a good story.
Unfortunately, they end up making me feel sick every time. It’s sort of like the malaise you feel shortly before you come down with the flu. It’s like your body isn’t quite connected to what’s around you and your stomach feels like it’s residing in another dimension.
Chocolate is another of my weaknesses. In Switzerland, my sister and I would buy the dark chocolate bars. When Ethel M. was still around, I used to by the dark chocolate covered coconut. It was nirvana to the taste buds. Ah, If I could but now eat coconut. Sigh.
You poor thing! Seems like everything you like makes you sick! 😦
Except for writing. And my dogs. And my cat. And… 🙂
WHAT! You eat dog and cat and then write about it!!!!!
I’ve been called worse, but I guarantee if someone tried eating one of my dogs or my cats I’d be the first one out there talking them to death.
Once upon a time When I was a teenager I was addicted to cola. I couldn’t understand it. Maybe it was the delivery. It was regularly delivered to us like the milkman. The addiction went away by itself. Lay is pretty good with potato chips now. You’d be hard-pressed to find a bag with a brown chip in it. 😀
I had a great aunt that had to be 400 pounds. She would sit in a chair drinking coke and watching soap operas. What was the most memorable was the fact that she had pallets of coke stacked next to her chair. She’d finish one and start on the other. After seeing that, I wasn’t keen on overdoing soda. 🙂
Sun Chips Harvest Cheddar. (drooling)
DAMN, you, woman. I need me some chips.
I know what you mean. I’m fighting off the urge to eat the remaining chips for breakfast. 🙂
I love chips–especially kettle cooked!
I’ve heard that from serious potato chip lovers who swear that Kettle cooked are the best.
I know my wife has the same problem she has to have her chips it’s got so bad if I don’t go get her chips she Cry’s what can I do please help
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Considering the fact that I just finished off another cylinder of chips last week, all I can say is that when the chips are down….
…munch, munch, munch… 🙂
It might help to tell her to get her own %&$^#%@ chips, or set up a treasure hunt that makes her walk a mile to find one of those snack-sized cylinders.
You might be sleeping elsewhere for the rest of your life but, like digging for chips, that’s just a miner issue. 🙂