It's no secret that I love to eat. As a matter of fact, just to clear things up, I exercise the way I do so that I can eat more. I was once the size of a house, so I started working out and lost a bunch of pounds. I learned that if I exercised properly, I could eat anything I want.

I never really understand people who deny themselves foods. My theory is that if you deny a craving, it only gets worse, forcing you to satisfy that craving by binging. If you had satisfied the craving earlier, you would not become a slave to it.

My biggest pet peeve is when I go out with people who "have to eat something that is Atkins-friendly." It's not that they eat a certain way. It's that most of the time, these same people give you dirty looks as you devour the bread basket before your order of fettucine alfredo arrives. Then they get huffy when you order a bottle of white wine to wash it down. I hate when they roll their eyes as I order a slice of tiramisu. Hey, look here, I am not on Atkins and I am not denying myself something because you can't.

It's not my fault that your lazy ass won't stop stuffing bagels down your gullet while sitting on the sofa. Get up and go take a spin class. Have you heard of a scoop of ice cream? Not a pint? If you don't like the fact that your ass is wide, then do something about it. Stop snacking on Milky Way bars and start working out. Maybe then you too can have some of this delicious sourdough baguette with your dinner. Later.  ¶ 11:16 PM