-Is it sweets? (pastries, cakes, candy, ice cream)
-Carbs? (breads, rice, potatoes, chips)
-Eating too much meat?
-Eating too much junk food?
-Eating too much processed food?
-Dairy? (milk, cheese)
-Coffee?
-Sodas?
-Or just plain eating too much?
btw, Chip & SadPotato- I’ve been eating WAY WAY more potato chips since you guys came on SP o_O
lol, wouldn’t it be nice if your weakness is a hankering for spinach like popeye? 😛
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My biggest weakness is hope; otherwise, coffee.
Well, it’s either my habit of placing all of my metaphorical eggs in a single, precarious basket and then watching that basket be destroyed in various, objectively comical fashions, over and over again; or bed. Probably bed. As a matter of fact, definitely bed.
Love it! Hopefully the bed isn’t metaphorical!
Nope. Literal bed. A lovely, literal bed, within which I spend twice as much time as I should and half as much as I would like. A book and a bed after a long day working or studying, rain on the roof and the warm light of an old lamp, my nightly Paradiso into which I retreat after a morning Inferno and a day Purgatorio, all a part of a life half as Divine as it is Comedy.
Sounds more like a literary bed!
A literal literary bed. The best kind.
Prone to prose?
Prone to prose, perhaps, particularly positioned pronely prior to powerful dormancy.
(okay, so pronely isn’t a word and the argument that a “d” is just an upside down p isn’t a strong one, yet alliteration has never been my most well tailored suit)
Alliteration’s alacrity allays alienated alligators.
Alliteration aside, the production of prose (aaaaand it’s happened again) has never been something I’ve altogether enjoyed. I’ll have a thought, an Idea, and then I’ll take pen to paper and it always feels diminished by its translation to the page. My concepts and intentions always seem twisted by the time I’ve forced them into script. I’ve always preferred the act of reading to writing.
Well, from someone who is verbose and prosaic, I should probably take a note from your page and just had a literary bed instead of a literary bent.
“My diabolical plan is working!” said the undercover operative from the potato chip sales office.
Sweets. Sugar. Easily.
No one suspects an undercover operative who claims to be an undercover operative. After all, what kind of undercover operative gives themselves away? Unless… to go one layer deeper into their deceit? Well, now my head hurts, and your identity, chip sales operative or no, goes unknown to me. Absolutely Diabolical.
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eternaldarkness, CHICKEN!!!! Here chick chick chick!!! 🙂
I enjoy being silly 🙂
Guys in their forties aren’t supposed to be borderline anorexic. But I have to admit, one of my weaknesses is skipping meals and going hungry. I’m actively hiding that fact from my psychiatrist, since it’s a contraindication for Wellbutrin. I doubt that stuff will make me any less depressed, but I do have hopes it will help get rid of those last four pounds I’m obsessed with.
MMMMMmmmm, sweets and carbs. Where can my fat ass sign up? Jokes aside, Soda is my real weakness. It rots your teeth out, makes you fat, weaken your bones, and cause heart disease, but I ain’t planning on living long.
Popeyes chicken is my biggest weakness lol
Sweets, like cakes and cookies.
just got back from most recent binge. at first i just bought pita chips and guac and hummus to try and be healthy but as usual once i get going i just keep on. went back and bought a 10$ bag of candy and 2 pints of ice cream.
i didn;t eat much of it. muc better from last year when i was downing 1000s of calories at a time and either gaining and losing weight or puking it up afterward.
still that’s better than the year before when i was drinking every day. on the side of the road begging god to forgive me and give me a second chance.
i changed my diet recently after i had some pale colored stools.
i’m not sure what i’m more afraid of. death. or dying from a life time of not being able to shut my mouth.
my biggest weakness is not being able to close my mouth.
Always say the wrong thing.
always eat the wrong thing
and too much
or dont talk at all for hours and years
come to think of it… i hate my mouth more than any part of my body
my liver feels swollen
sorry for the whining
Fresh human infant thyroid.
Who would have thunk it. I guess I should begin to demand a cut in potato chip sales. O and I actually do love spinach.