When I quit smoking I told myself that I conquered my only addiction. I know now that it wasn't. Eating is my other addiction. It has been with me a lot longer than cigarettes were. I find that if I actually slow down and really taste what I am eating, it isn't as good as I think it is. When I see something being made on television I think it looks so good. When I actually make it myself and try it, more often than not it doesn't taste as good as it looks. Some one once told me that food is to help keep us alive. It is not meant to comfort us or support us. Even though I know that to be true, I still cant control myself. This is how I know it is my addiction.