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The Rush

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Tad

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It happened again today. I was planning on taking a walk at lunch, up to the stores which are about a ten minute walk away. I wanted to pick up some batteries, and I thought I’d probably spoil myself with a coffee from the Tim Horton’s (coffee, donut, and lunch place, for the non-canucks in the audience) while I was there—I could drink it on the walk back to work.

Of course I ended up working on reports for my new boss until quarter after one. I did still needed batteries, so I jumped into the car and whipped over to the store. Coming out of the store I realized what an absolutely beautiful day it was, and decided I’d still at least extend my trip by walking across the parking lot to the Tim’s. Walking in the door I thought “I could just turn around and leave, I don’t need anything here.” Of course I entered anyway. While I stood in line I looked at all the donuts, and could not help thinking how I lusted for them, but that I hadn’t even walked, I certainly should not have a donut. When I got up to the counter, I ordered a medium coffee with double sugar and double-cream, and a walnut crunch donut.

The moment before I ordered the donut, the moment when I knew I was going to give in to temptation and get the donut, a total rush sped through my body. Absolutely I would call it erotic, although it was really not a groin based sensation at all. I could feel the rush in my head, in my stomach, everywhere really. I can’t imagine it being anything other than chemical in some way. What I do know is that it is about the most pleasurable physical feeling I experience short of intercourse. Well, and one other thing, I know I can experience whenever I want, all I have to do is give in to a sufficiently ridiculous food temptation in some situation where there is really no justification for giving in. The junkier the food, the less I have any reason for having it, the generally stronger the rush. I’d eaten my lunch while putting together Excel graphs earlier, so this was pretty good. If for some reason there had been left over pizza in the break room and I’d had two pieces on the way out the door, the rush would have been even more intense, as having that donut would have been even more ridiculous.

The rush was the real reason I ordered the donut. I enjoyed it well enough, although afterwards the excess of sugar left me feeling out of sorts, as I knew it would. I would say that rush is the real reason that I could be classified as some sort of gainer or feedee. Or maybe a foodee? Although I’m not sure that the definition there usually includes that sort of chemical reaction towards food.

I’m really not sure whether the rush stems from the lust for the food, or the knowledge that having a donut on a day with no exercise was a sure way to get fatter, or simply from giving in to temptation. I wonder if I had not had this bias towards food if I’d have developed the same sort of relationship with some other sort of giving in—is this what some guys feel as they give in to a dominatrix? I don’t know. It is not something easy to put into words, or that many people would be comfortable talking about.

Now that I’ve displayed my freakiness for all to read, I’m wondering if anyone else gets a similar reaction?
 
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