Ironically, as I sit and write, I am waiting for Biggest Loser to get far enough along that I can fast-forward through commercials. Who's the loser now?!? Back to my title, I love food! Right now my relationship with my lover is solid and gaining (pun intended) ground. I'm actually content to see how fat I can get. Yes mom, I said the f-word. Tonight's affair was full of rationalization, enjoy this............Ry is gone, which gives me the perfect excuse not to cook, so we went to Pizzacato. Why would I choose overpriced food for me and my kids when I'm just as happy to suck down a five-dollar pizza as a twenty-dollar one? (here is the rationalization part) It was Alberta Rider night and proceeds went to my daughters school. What to do? What to do? If you listen to Oprah (again my mother's jaw drops, she likes O, and I really can't stomach her) you'll learn that eating is a symptom of something else. Will someone please diagnose me!!!!!!! Ms. Oprah has me convinced I have some rare form of food-craving disease cuz I feel great, yes mentally and physically. Maybe my disease stems from my car, I love to eat (OK stuff my face) and drive. I think there also may be something to my Diet Coke consumption, but seriously????? I come from a long line of alcoholics and I've got to be allowed one little weakness, don't I? Oh well, I think I've wasted enough time for Biggest Loser......let's see, chips and salsa, or diet coke and cookie?
