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.

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