Hello my name is Odo and I’m a Foodaholic

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I'm pretty sure someone coined this phrase a long time ago, but just recently I was remembering about my recent trips and I started to evaluate my obsession with food. But how do you know if you're a foodaholic. What are the symptoms? I decided to compile a small list of things I consider might let you know you have a food problem. 

1. All your trips and holidays are around the restaurants you want to visit 

2. The only reality TV show you watch is either Masterchef, Top Chef, Iron Chef, or Hell’s Kitchen 

3. You are following at least 20 Chefs on twitter 

4. You know the meaning of the word "palate", even more you use it at least a couple times a day 

5. The blogs you read have the words culinary, food adventures, and last supper on the title 

6. You don’t know who Lionel Messi is, but are quite familiar with Heston Blumenthal 

7. You have more pictures of food than your significant other in your camera or mobile 

8. Before going to a new restaurant you read at least 5 reviews of the place 

9. Even more, before you go to the same new restaurant of item 8, you also know what are you having and what the speciality of the menu is 

10. You have accounts in foursquare, urbanspoon, zagat, and foodspotting 

Long story short if you have asked yourself this question before, chances are you have a problem. The good thing is that at least is a tasty hobby. I wonder if there is also a twelve step program. If you have any suggestions to the list just leave a comment. 

Foodaholic

Do not feed the Foodaholic

The twelve step program reminds me the Seinfeld episode “The Apology” 

Hank: George 

George: You know, Jason, I, couldn't help notice, I didn't get my apology 

Hank: Apology? For what? 

George: A drafty apartment? A sweaterless friend? A ball-game giveaway Metlife windbreaker? 

Hank: George, come on, not that neck hole thing 

George: Yeah, the neck hole thing, and I would appreciate it if you would say you're sorry 

Hank: No way, you would've completely stretched it out 

George: You're an alcoholic! You have to apologize. Step Nine! Step Nine Hank: All right, George, all right. I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry. I'm so sorry that I didn't want your rather bulbous head struggling to find its way through the normal-size neck hole of my finely knit sweater