Fat Random Ramble

Sometimes, I forget to eat.  And by “sometimes”, I mean “once every few months”!  I adore food WAY too much.  I suppose you could say that I’m actually a fat girl trapped inside a mediocre-sized girl’s body.  Here are a few ways I know this is true:

–Today, I walk by my boss’s desk, and he is eating a variation of potato chip.  My immediate urge was to walk over, scoop them all into my hand, and then stuff them into my mouth. 

–Sometimes, I black out while eating cake, and completely forgot that I ate it, so that I can justify eating Casey’s pizza a mere two hours later.

–I can’t bring ranch in my lunchbox for veggie dipping.  Doing so would ensure my drinking the dressing directly from the container and forgetting the vegetables’ existence.

–When my sister in law asks me, “Leah, can you help me decorate for your nephew’s 2 year b-day party on Saturday?”, I hear, “Leah, there will be cake and chips on Saturday that you need to help me eat, or I’ll die.”

–I am eating THREE pieces of dark chocolate right NOW after debating for the entire past 5 hours if I should eat ONE.

–If someone asked me if I would join a cheese-eating contest, I would join instantaneously, without question, and offer to take any leftover cheese home with me when it was over.  (It would not make it home with me, because I would finish it off in the car before arriving there.)

–Gravy: I love it.

The list goes on…

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Fat Random Ramble

  1. Gravy. Is there anything better than mash taters & gravy? And dark chocolate. It’s like the sex of food. And therein lies the dilemma.

    It’s all bad. So we’ve been told since the day we could understand. Which only makes it more intriguing (aka-taste better). When you’re told to not look down, you wanna look down, don’t you?
    I believe once we learned to think for ourselves, we as humans take “bad” & “don’t” as challenges to our judgement. So we go, “Oh yeah, well I’m gonna find out for myself!”

    Then, even after we’ve learned they were right, or that our own conclusion is the same opinion, we convince ourselves that we know better.

    If we could find a way to make it not so taboo, maybe it would lose it’s power & not be something that is hard NOT to do. Being “naughty” or “bad” is exciting.
    You wanted 1 but ate 3. X wasn’t exciting enough. You needed XXX :).

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s