My name is Bob. And I’m a baconholic.
It started innocently enough— bacon and grape jelly on a toasted sandwich for breakfast. I know now Mom wasn’t to blame. She just wanted me to have something hot and filling in my stomach before going to school.
Next it was bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches for lunch. Then bacon cheeseburgers for supper. But I wasn’t worried. I could stop any time I wanted.
I knew I’d hit bottom when I started cooking bacon over my space heater. That’s when a friend of mine told me about Bacon Eaters Anonymous.
It won’t be easy giving up those crispy sizzling strips of pure pork fat. I’ll just have to take it one day at-a-time.