I must take a pause for the good cause regarding weight, nutrition and workouts and just say how much of a love I have for food. Grub. Nourishment. Eats. You know what I’m talking about! The baby is hungry! (oh, the baby is me—so what if I’m 36 
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Let’s admit that food is not just nourishment for our bodies. It is a friend in a time of need. Keeps you company. Makes you feel better. It’s emotional support. If you’re sad – eat. If your’re happy – eat. If you’re mad – eat. Depressed, anxious, wired, excited, don’t know exactly what to do with fingers, and don’t get me started if you’re lonely. Try being 36 and still single with no damn prospects (oh oops– that’s another blog folks 
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I sometimes wonder why can’t ALL food be good for you? When is someone going to come up with the perfect deep fried chicken wing and call it the new fruit? I want chili cheese french fries to be equated to beets and asparagus. C’mon folks we are living in the millenium in the United States. This is the same country and land of opportunity that has information beyond any other continent and I’d say pretty soon we are going to be a society where you will have a built in microwave popping out of your cell phone! You’ll be riding the subway and it’s going to smell like a kitchen. So if that happens I KNOW somebody can come up with a triple chocolate double fudge marshmellow box of paradise sitting in my refridgerator and I can eat the whole kit and kaboodle everytime I watch Love Jones 
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But until that magical day comes I guess I’ll keep eating salads with no dressing and 4 slices of turkey ham on weight watchers bread and spin for 50 minutes 2 times a week just so I can work off almonds! BOO! Till next time. Smooches.
