Continuing down the path to obesity

Once in high school, all the girls in our class had to fill out a survey on our attitudes towards food. Being not so evil then, I filled it out truthfully.

-Do you eat when you are stressed? Yes

-Does eating alter your mood? Yes

-Do you eat to celebrate an accomplishment? Yes

The questionnaire went on with many different permutations of the questions above. Apparently, the correct answer to those questions was "no," because the school counselor pulled me aside and told me that I had an unhealthy attitude towards to food. I was on the road to obesity or bulemia if I did not change my ways.

12 years later, little has changed. Take Sunday for example. I have been working (amazing I know), at my computer at home. For some odd reason, I still have never gotten out of that undergraduate mode, in which I just seem to think more clearly in the wee hours of the morning. So it is 2 am Sunday morning, and I am feeling a little blue and stressed. I go to our pantry and see the box of Cheezit's my roommate let me open earlier that night. MMMMMM stolen salty original cheddar goodness. Since nothing accompanies salty snacks better than procrastination, I started to read my "Destiny" horoscope.

"You are single, because you choose to be single. Although you surround yourself with friends, your independent ram spirit does not want to be tied down so you think of clever ways to keep people at arms length."

By the time I finished this tragic horoscope reading, I had burrowed my way through more than half of the box. I read the box and to my horror it is a 160 calories a serving, one serving is a paltry 27 crackers and there are nine servings to a box. Perhaps having cheddar halitosis and a cheddar gut was my way of keeping people at arms length. Something to think about. Oh well, at least the combination of carbs and fat in the Cheezits gave me a little energy boost so I could continue working.

Later when the sun came out, my friends B and S called to see if I wanted to go on an outing. It was a little cold and blustery, but an outing seemed appropriate for the first day sans rain in 9 days. The highlight was a dozen and a half sugared cider doughnuts. Fried crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, they were the perfect answer to the cold. After eating 4 doughnuts, I fell into a deep food induced coma. When I woke up, I brushed off a little of the excess sugar caught in the corner of my mouth. Gosh, doughnuts make me happy.

-Do you eat when you are stressed? Yes, doesn't everyone?

-Does eating alter your mood? Yes, it makes me feel contented, happier. If it didn't, then I would be wasting a God given pleasure.