I suffer from a severe affliction. You might have heard of it. It’s called food holes. And we aren’t talking about
or any other food with holes.
On the contrary, food holes are something slightly akin to black holes. A vortex of lost memories regarding food. You see, I eat something and if it is delicious, UN nutritious, sugar filled, loveliness, then it is an automatic victim to the food hole. I cannot seem to help it, it really is beyond my control. I swear.
The sweeter, the gooier, the sugaryer, the more likely it is to fall into a deep, deep food hole. Forgotten and abandoned. It’s as if there is a little ear worm, with sticky sweet lips, whispering in my ear, “Oh, that cupcake was delicious. But have no fear. You didn’t eat a cupcake. Carry on.” And the little bugger just gets plumper and plumper. Not my problem.
And so, carry on I do. With sweet abandon. It’s as if that cupcake has disappeared from my recollection. It’s really a serious problem that I must get help for. For food holes might help food disappear from my memory but my subconscious must help it creep up on me. That ear worm as good as he is, cannot keep the food holes from spitting out some extra padding here and there.
It is an endlessly annoying problem.