Full Definition of addiction
1: a compulsive, chronic, physiological or psychological need for a habit-forming substance, behavior, or activity having harmful physical, psychological, or social effects and typically causing well-defined symptoms (such as anxiety, irritability, tremors, or nausea) upon withdrawal or abstinence: the state of being addicted
2: a strong inclination to do, use, or indulge in something repeatedly
Probably an addict of sorts. Especially a sort of food addiction. If tired, a bite of a cookie might help. Had a really good day, celebrate with good food. Had a bad day, need comfort food to feel better. All this would be okay, I suppose, if it were consumed in proper amounts. And not an everyday habitual act.
Let there be a dessert of any sort in my home just know it is not safe. It Will Is Consumed. I will innocently be sitting in my favorite recliner. Suddenly from the depths of the pantry the cookies are calling out for me. Yes, they know my name. Again, even though I do not have my hearing aids in my ears, they call to me. The sweets are a terrible, calorie ladened temptress. I am weak. Rising from the recliner, take the few steps to the pantry. The voices are silenced. Only crumbs on my shirt remain of the temptress.
The ice cream bars sing with a chattery voice. "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream! Oh, Janice, we are hhhheeeerrrrreee. Take us out of the cold into the warmth of your fat belly". How dare they call me fat! I'll teach them a thing or two. Again, the voices are silenced.
The most seditious of all is the flour bin. Quietly the flour's voice softly drifts from the cabinet. "I want to be made into cinnamon rolls. I want to be a cake. I want to be a brownie." But I, Janice, am stronger than the flour. Or maybe it is just a bit too much work right at the moment. I am appeasing my appetite for putting together puzzles. Some days I am appeasing my addiction to the written word. Some days I eat while putting puzzles together or reading. I am a good multi-tasker.
There is a really nice collection of scarves in various locations in my home. That is another bit of an addiction. Family members know I like scarves. They feed the addiction. I received 5 new scarves this Christmas. I often wear the scarves when accompanying friends or family or both as we go out for dinner. See, it all leads back to food.