But I would be lying.
My feet strolled to the refrigerator. My hand poured the liquid into the glass. My mouth took the drink, as my mind never realized one gulp turned into four swallows as I stared sadly at the glass thinking it had sprung a leak. So I went back to the refrigerator for a refill.
Over and over and over and over and over again . . .
How could anyone deny the taste? So sweet, it brushes the lips. So tart, it lurks on the back of my tongue tantalizing taste buds and lingering in its goodbyes as it slips down my throat. And the little surprise droplet, lurking at the corners of my lips, trying to skirt my seeking fingers as it makes a run across my chin seeking refuge along my shirt collar.
Don’t think twice that I would not suck it out the fabric. I have done so. I SAID I HAD DONE SO! WHY CAN I NOT TAKE PRIDE IN THAT? I SHOULD TAKE PRIDE IN THOSE THINGS I ENJOY AND INDULGE IN!
No, I can’t. Look upon those who overindulge in their cravings. Look at the pain in their eyes wishing for the willpower to stop. The desperateness in shaking hands as their bodies become wasted because their obsessions have taken over their entire lives. The fetid breath wafting from bloated stomachs as they sink to the floor wanting an end and never realizing they have always had that power to stop - if only they would admit to their addictions.
Hello, my name is Michelle Hickman and I have a drinking problem. I need to stop. I need to slow down. I need another drink because the doctors have convinced me that a glass a day is good for the body. Then, to protect themselves from impending malpractice lawsuits, the doctors make a disclaimer to always drink in moderation.
My name is Michelle, and I am addicted to DOLE STRAWBERRY KIWI JUICE.
The first step in quittin’ is admittin’. And I will stop this post now, because my glass is empty again.