deadly

Current mood: I feel sick

Really. Low. Impulse. Control.

Yep, that's me. I am an advertiser's (wet) dream - the commercial really will make me run out and buy it, regardless of the fact that I don't actually like cheeseburgers and am not at all hungry. The difference between wanting something in general and wanting it right now; sometimes very difficult for me to distinguish.

However, one area of my life that this trait does not particularly affect is classic binge eating. Don't get me wrong, I love food and can consume great and astounding quantities of yummy things, but variety is the spice of life. Maybe I won't eat just 1 Cheeto, but 10 Cheetos are pretty much the same as the whole bag - you don't need to finish it just to get an orangey coating for finger-licking goodness.

Except:

I have a horrible addiction to fudge-striped shortbread cookies. Damn you, tiny Keeblers! Those things are inhalable, and the bag just seems to...disappear when break down and buy them. I emerge from a druglike haze with fudge on my fingertips, crumbs on the table, a vague, sick-feeling starting in my belly, and a big grin on my face.

I blame it all on Buffy and her obsession with good behavior = cookies.