Quit obsessing people, it’s only food. True, to know when to put the fork down is to know one’s limits, but alright already with the food-enemy syndrome. Food is not your enemy, it is your friend. Actually, food and I are much more than friends. And I like it that way. I love it all, every little decadent indulgence I can get my paws on. Ice cream, chocolate, pasta, burgers, fries, Italian, French, Polish, Greek, buttered, salted, glazed, grilled, tossed…you name it, I love it. Ain’t no shame or blame in it. And when I see women picking around the gorgeous, golden pastry of a quiche or ordering salad at PF Changs, I feel sad inside for the thing that tells them “No! Food Bad!” Something worries the minds of the neurotic exerciser and food depriver. I can’t say what it is, but I know whatever it is, it’s not their friend either. Thank God I am my own best friend, because I just don’t see the fun in living with guilt.