I drink coke. When it's available. It's the only drink I choose when I am on outings, parties, in a resto or at home. Everybody who knows I drink "too much" coke say I am addicted to it. But I guess I really am not because I don't crave for it anydays that it's not available.
I was pregnant on 2011. I tried to keep my 1st trimester as normal as I can. I don't want others see me throw up in the morning or in between when I don't like the smell or taste of something. And I found a way to stop it- by eating rice. Yes, that uncooked rice direct from the rice bin. On bed or when I'm done eating meals, I found myself chewing rice. There were days when I woke up with rice on my bed or on the floor. I even bought small containers so I could put rice in it and chew wherever I go.
It's been almost 3 years and I haven't stopped chewing rice yet. I am addicted to it. I often found myself taking small amounts from the bin while facebooking, after every meal, during candy crush time or before going to bed. It became my comfort food, my addiction. Mom will tell me I will get fat and gets diabetic with what I do but I couldn't stop it. I crave for it. I imagine it. I even walk down the rice alley at the market just to get a handful of rice while I buy stuff for our weekly needs. I am stucked to eating rice and yes, it's the raw thing, that white thing we cook every meal. And I don't know how to get rid of it. HELP!
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