Eating and Disorderly

I'll be the first to admit it: My name is Sam, and I have a funk food eating problem. My wife made a peanut butter cream pie. I ate a couple pieces...large pieces. My children visited a teacher/friend of ours and made her the same kind of peanut butter pie. They didn't eat it all and brought it back home. It was about 10:00 p.m. when they got home. I ate a piece...and a half. I worked at school today and when I got back I had a large salad. When I was done, I had another piece of peanut butter cream pie, but it doesn't end here. My neighbor called and said he and his wife ate a couple pieces of a homemade cheesecake their friend made for them, but they didn't want to eat the rest. He asked if I would take it off his hands. Could I say no? He left his house, I left mine, and we met in the middle. I carried it straight home and put it right in the fridge.
"Nice job," I told myself, "You didn't even eat any."
My children came home from their kayak trip and I told them about the cheesecake in the fridge. The girls each had a piece. However, one of them didn't want to finish it.
"Dad, I can't finish this, do you want it?"
I could have lied. I could have said no, but I didn't, I said I would take it. So, I ate 1/4 of a piece of cheesecake. I didn't need it. I shouldn't have eaten it, but I did. I ate it and enjoyed it, but then felt like crap for doing so.
There is ice cream in the freezer. There is also chocolate malt mix in our house. I haven't touched either yet, but I can feel their pull. I feel like a slob. I need to remember this slob feeling when that ice cream and malt mix comes out later. Maybe I can avoid it.
I've liked sugar for as long as I can remember. I love to eat junk food. It's awful for me. Of course that's why it's called junk food, but do I listen?
If I viewed eating junk food like I view smoking, I would certainly be better off...but I don't. I think smoking is nasty and I think junk food is wonderful...albeit evil.
I was interviewed for a triathlon podcast several years ago. I openly admitted that I'm weak when it comes to proper nutrition. I admitted that I want the doughnut in the teacher's lounge just as badly, if not more, than the next person. I'm admitting it right now. I'm a junk food junkie.
I've been sugar free for about thirty minutes. If I need to, I'll call my sponsor to talk me off the ledge, and when I do, I'll use my cell phone. Oh wait, I don't have a cell phone...or a sponsor.
It's a good thing I'm on The Road to Ironman Louisville, but it's a bad thing that if I'm not careful, I'll be rolling down it, or puking on it.
Peace.