Excerpt From The Odyssey

My journey is at a halt. If I am sincere, I can say that I have made no advancement. It's as if I'm being tempted with the glorious cattle of the sun. I have not yet had a taste, but the urge is becoming unbearable. Junk food is watching my every move, waiting for me to cave in... I feel trapped.
Other demons are blameworthy for my deterioration. "Practice" controls me, it causes my gargantuan appetite to soar beyond the clouds. Coming home from strenuous training heightens my senses and allures me into the venomous arms of toxic foods. Once I'm in it's delicious trap I can't escape. Much like Odysseus's men who ate the terrifyingly addictive Lotus flower and lost hope in escaping, so, too, am I held prisoner by the actuality and liability that my sport forces me on. Dryland, swimming, passing, wrestling, treading, scrimmaging- these things pressure me both physically and mentally. Only by the warm embrace of junk food do I get by without going insane. Every day I pray to have the strength and determination to go straight to bed after practice, but hunger keeps me up. At times I would just eat an apple to distract myself from my gluttonous thoughts, but on some occasions opening the glorious doors of my refrigerator causes my greedy conscious to ruin it all. …show more content…
The stressful hours of sitting in a classroom takes a toll on me. My boredom leads to unavoidable hunger; it creeps up behind me and attacks when I'm vulnerable. I try to sneak in some healthy snacks, but none satisfy me. It isn't until lunch when I realize that my control is unstable and untrustworthy. Once I breath in the warm salty aroma of fries, I crack. Running to line trying to be first one to get ahold of the heavenly fried potatoes. This makes my mouth water with anticipation. The journey I've worked hard for is left