/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>in the midst of a mental breakdown in my mid 20's
>living in my car, convinced my family has sent government people to watch and track me
>run out of money, get really hungry
>stroll into grocery store, trying to act natural around the glowing CIA people scanning me at the store
>cant decide what i want to eat
>remember how much I love imitation crab, like really love it
>stroll back to seafood section, pick up a pack
>read label, decide it's the most nutritionally complete food ever
>grab like 5 more packs and head to bathroom
>go into stall and stand on top of toilet while i gorge on all the imitation crab meat
>decide i cant just throw the wrappers away so i decide to flush them all
>toilet clogs and wrappers start floating out
>realize the government agents now have enough evidence to bring me in
>panic, slowly back out of bathroom
>power walk through store like a crazy person
>as soon as I get close to door, start sprinting back to my car
>speed off and never return to that store again

>>10181660

I wouldn't consider myself an alky, but when I do actually drink, I hit it hard. Usually only once a week, I get absolutely blackout obliterated, and spend the entire next day dry heaving and shaking.

A few days after my last bender this past weekend, I woke up in the middle of the night with tightness in my chest. I went back to sleep, and when I woke up for work, my heart was definitely fluttering pretty severely.

My gf's father is luckily a cardiologist, and ran an EKG on me. It looks like I have some kind of atrial fibrillation, so it looks like my dumb lifestyle is catching up with me. I want to sit and watch the rain and have a cig so bad, but I really think it might make me faint right now, I feel so weak.

I'm hoping I can at least find a point where I can drink/smoke again, even if it is just in moderation.

>>9141914

>go through really bad time in my life
>living in my car
>serious anxious delusions and paranoia
>sitting in grocery store parking lot
>i really like imitation crabmeat a lot when im normal
>start thinking that imitation crabmeat has some kind of nutrients my brain needs to return to normal functions
>stroll into store
>grab like 6 or 7 packs of imitation crab meat
>look around and walk in to bathroom
>sit on toilet and eat all the imitation crab meat i have while watching simpsons
>try to be smart and flush wrappers down the toilet
>it clogs and starts spewing water and wrappers everywhere
>panic and power walk the fuck out of store and never return

And no, Im not that weird fuck from craigslist with the trains and shit.

Still pretty loco though, getting better I think, as long as I don't drink. But, I'm drunk right now, and I just drank the buffalo sauce cup from Domino's, cuz I thought it would sober me up. Now I just drank some half 'n half to cool my palate.

>go through period a few years ago of mental illness
>crazy waves of anxiety and paranoia
>end up jobless and living in my car for a bit
>one day sitting in car
>start craving imitation crab meat
>ive always loved the stuff but this craving is intense
>convince myself that brain is lacking some nutrient in crab meat that it needs to function properly
>walk into grocery store
>grab 4 of 5 packages of imitation crab sticks
>look around and stroll into bathroom
>sit on toilet in stall and scarf it all down
>realize i have to destroy the evidence
>flush all the wrappers down toilet
>it clogs and starts overflowing
>powerwalk out of store and never return

I'm much better now. I still eat a lot of imitation crab meat , but I don't think that has much to do with my mental state.

>>8903296

not food poisoning but

>get absolutely trashed last night
>come home and somehow have the foresight to chug some water and eat a bunch of nasty mexican food
>wake up and feel a little groggy but not too bad
>cuddle with gf in bed before she goes to work
>she starts blowing me and my stomach starts grumbling
>my head starts pounding violently and i can feel the hangover manifesting itself instantaneously
>i try to get her to hurry up
>as soon as she finishes i sprint to the bathroom and ralph up my tacos
>spend the rest of the day puking and shitting everything my body can muster

Just made a bowl of white rice, pray for me

>>7877038

I spent a spell of time working seafood at Central Market while in college and I did the same thing. I'd fill a bag with Chili and Sea Bass steaks and King salmon and scallops and shit, cover it all with ice, then ring it up as catfish nuggets and hand it off to my friend. Looking back, most of the other guys would sneak handfuls of seafood salad and cocktail shrimp and eat it when no one was looking.

Oh also,

>be kind of insane LOL
>go off on crazy binge and be kind of homeless for a few days
>realize im really really fucking hungry
>start thinking about my favorite foods
>think about how good imitation crab meat sounds
>wander into kroger, grab big pack of imitation crabmeat
>take it into bathroom and eat whole thing whilst sitting on toilet and playing gin on my phone
>finish it, throw package in toilet and flush
>toilet clogs up, starts gushing water everywhere
>i watch my empty wrapper floating across floor
>run out of store and never return

>>7220650

>go to subway by my job 2 times a week or so for lunch
>really sad looking middle eastern dude works there
>id guess same age as me
>he just looks really sad that he's in his late 20's and chucking subs for white collar assholes, but always busting his ass
>i try to always say hello and hopefully make him feel a little better about life
>one day i tell him i want a footlong veggie on honey oat
>he skips the meat and cheese, i ask if he can toast it
>takes my empty toasted bread to the veggies
>tell him im not sure what i want, but i want to try their new tzatiki sauce
>he squeezes a bunch on
>i ask for a little more
>he squeezes a little more, asks if i know what veggies i want
>i say no, i think ill just take what i have
>thought it would make him laugh, didn't realize this poor kid is stressing out because i did some autistic joke and he doesnt know how to ring me up and doesnt need anymore shit
>spaghetti begins erupting
>apologize and ask for my normal sandwich

Haven't been back yet. Feel terrible.

I don't think I'm an alky, but I think I'm addicted to the bar.

I hate who I am during the day, but when I sit down, I'm surrounded by a bunch of leering phonies, caricatures of people, telling the same god damn awful stories over and over again. I call them my friends, and we laugh and slap each other on the back and pretend we know each other.

I can be whoever I want when I'm trashed at my bar. They believe it, so I believe it.
I'm hooked on the lie that I'm a charming, popular somebody, and it seems like I can only do that when I'm chain smoking with a drink in my hand.

OP this book is about you