Sugar Addiction

I want to write this post like I know everything, like I've educated myself on addiction, and as if I have broken-down my situation so well that I understand myself and my internal reasoning for doing what I am doing. But the truth is: I don't know what's going on.

In the past, I have avoided owning the word addiction. That word didn't really apply to me. That word was reserved for drugs, alcohol, and porn (and viewing porn once a month wasn't an addiction in my book).

However I have for several years owned the title chocoholic. In fact when I announce I'm a chocoholic it's generally said out of pride like it's a silly and harmless sweet tooth that I live with. No one has ever looked at it like it's a big deal--so why should I? 

But I think for the first time today I recognized how I tried to combat shame with 2 Snickers bars. I'm allotting so much energy to understanding sexual addiction that addict me is responding, "Fine, I'll find another way." 

This isn't something new that's just come up, but my awareness of it has peaked.