Hi, I'm Victor and I am a foodaholic.

I am so greatful that we live in an age where people can go out and get support groups for whatever addiction they are trying to battle wether it is something like being an alcoholic, or just being over addicted to checking your my space account in hopes that there will still be an 18 year old hottie that is interested in a 45 year old baldy that lives at home with their mom (which reminds me I need to tell Darby to get back to work).
But the hardest part for me is what do you do when your addiction is considered medically necessary for you to continue to live and keep your current range of motion as limited as it may already seem?
Its not that I chose to not be picky, I don't care if it is a nice salad with carrots and beets or if it is a snickers stuffed deep fried twinkie ala mode with caramel sauce. I just really love food, and any of it.
There is no help out there for people like me. You get home and your stomach growls and your wife asks what have you eaten today and you say nothing and she is ready to go make you some dinner or asks where you'd like to go to grab a bite to eat.
Maybe it is because as a kid our family was poor. We didn't have money to go and get a lot of stuff. My mom went shopping once a month when we ran out of food we had to wait until the next month when she went shopping again to get what we ran out of.
There were a few years we couldn't afford to buy a gallon of commercial milk. It wasn't so bad that as the oldest sibling finished their cereal they would poor the left over milk to the next sibling until it had made its way down the line of kids and then was put back into the container, but we did have soy milk for quite a few years. Now I know you are thinking oh silk soy milk that is expensive if you were poor you wouldn't have gotten it or you are thinking that is some good stuff have you tried the chocolate? Well yes I have tried the chocolate silk its delightful, but as a kid my mom would get soy beans and boil them in water and that water became the soy milk we drank. Its just that having what taste like old goat milk on top of plain cereal for a few meals a day for long periods of time with the occasional mac and cheese or soup thrown in to add variety probably made me into who I am today. A foodaholic.
I really don't care what the name of the cereal is, it can be shredded wheat, or it can have a name like Tutti Frutti. When asked whats my favorite milk, as long as it came from a cow I can't ever complain, unless its chunky and expired. Whenever I have gone to someones house I could never complain about the food, even if it was authentic mexican food that gave you the authentic diarrhea effect the next day. Being able to eat with a variety of different things has always made me happy. I have never found a candy I didn't like, again maybe because I didn't have candy growing up. It doesn't matter if it is horehound or black licorice, chocolate covered ants or peanut butter bars with coachroaches in them (yes I have eaten all of these) they all seemed fine.
This just brings me back full circle.
Hi, I'm Victor and I am a foodaholic.