This is not subliminal.

I have seen people in recovery speak of being powerless, and I WOULD LOVE to perform a study on Americans and sugar. Powerless probably doesn’t even describe our addiction to this white-yellow-brown lump of madness.

I feel it every time I bite into a Mile High Mud Pie, or when I have a piece of sweet tangy/sour candy in my pocket–it is powerlessness! I don’t care how full I am! My brain will send fake signals of hunger, and do everything but punch me in the face to get that sugary mess in my mouth.

I literally need a power greater than myself to overcome this issue, called sugar. It is to the point where I cannot have it in my house or around me.

I loath/love when people give me candy or sweets.

It is a love-hate that is soooo deep, I literally think and feel like they are playing with my emotions.

Truth is…they aren’t, but SUGAR IS playing with my emotions. The psycho-chemical reaction that I (and you and our nation) have associated with this drug, ahem, I mean food, called sugar has created a perfectly beautiful transmission of electricity and “feel-good” chemicals on one of my biggest super highway of neurons, that I am rendered all but hopeless when it is near. Sugar! Shame on you. Aaron! Shame on you. Lord help me…

Sugar is not a drug...I swear.

As you part read the lyrics from this 90′s band for its educational purpose, and leave me a comment whether you agree or not…maybe we can start a support group…

Presidents Of The United States Of America Candy lyrics