What I learned about addiction in just 2 days
16th of May 2022 (Creating Change category) by Smart Inspiration
Believe it or not, we all become oxygen addicts at birth, when we become addicted to air with our first breath, with each breath rewarding our brains with the euphoric rush of oxygen. Despite knowing this, I'd never thought of myself as an addict. I've never taken any narcotics, never smoked, & only ever drank alcohol to excess a handful of times, consuming at most one or two units at most in a month. I've never been unfaithful or sought pleasure through meaningless sex. Apart from natural life choices, I've never gambled, seeing the risk of loss as a waste of hard earned money.
In 2008, as a keen open water swimmer, I decided to train to swim the English Channel. Interviewing many successful swimmers who had made the 40km distance from England to France, they had all talked about the importance of bulking up to create resistance to prolongued cold temperatures through fat reserves to draw upon. So I began eating pasta, by the bucket load, converting carbohydrates into a layer of fat.
When I wanted a distraction from my work, I would go to the cupboard or fridge, open it, stare at the contents, and then close it. All too often, however, I would empty something out first, which I would frequently consume without even really noticing. I'd become an unconscious food junkie, cramming in more, and more often, until the point I was snacking 4 or 5 times a day, with 2 full cooked meals at lunch and dinner, often in portions enough to feed 2 or more.
How had I covertly become so controlled by something so many others could never even take for granted. Pride for not giving in was combined with a sickening feeling that I was trapped in a game of will about food, when so many others had to endure so much more.
This addiction, albeit just to regular food, was far stronger than I had ever given it credit for. I began thinking of how I could be oblivious to the passing of time, even temporarily considering going to sleep, just to pass the hours on the clock. My focus was constantly drawn back to the desire to eat, felt in a way I've never known throughout my entire lifetime.
Though this small challenge, I had uncovered a weakness. I had to prove I was strong enough.
After a few morning chores, I returned to the kitchen. Seeing the small box of cereal, I opened it, put it in a bowl, and poured on milk. I felt nothing. I then began to eat, knowing I was breaking no rule, yet with a sense that eating had no gain. Perhaps at a slower pace than usual, I finished the bowl. Where normally I would then hunt for something else to have, I simply packed up. Breakfast had become a non-event.
I had often laughed condescendingly at the expression "No society is more than three meals away from revolution". "Where was everyone's will power if just 3 days of no food could really have such a drastic effect", I had thought, when a healthy body can go without food for nearly a whole month if pressed. This exercise had exposed the voices behind a revolution. And none of them really seemed to consider my best interest, or that of a society. Although I'd like to think I wouldn't descend into chaos, just how many days would it take before the inner demons brought out the darkest side of my character.
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