I was out scrappin’ all day Saturday (hence why I didn’t post Saturday, ’cause I didn’t weigh in Saturday, ’cause I was scrappin’…).
And by scrappin’ I don’t mean this:
I mean scrapBOOKING. You know, the crazy suburbanite craft? Yeah…that’s the ticket! Well, there I was scrapbooking (and making handmade cards – if you’re lucky enough to be on my Christmas card list you’ll be getting one of these this year) with eight of my closest friends (no, really! they are!) and the chatter drifted, as it often does when nine women with a lot of adhesive and paper get together, to food (actually, the chatter usually goes to sex first, but this was later on in the evening).
Among the group of eight were two Weight Watchers "losers", an LA Weight Loss "loser", a Dr. Bernstein "loser" and a friend of a friend who’s currently filming this season of "X-Weighted". Phew! That’s a lot of "losers" for one room…or is it? Just how common is the weight loss theme among women? Pretty common, I’d say. Tragically, I’d bet that if you threw nine eleven-year-old girls in a room together, the topic of weight loss would come up sooner or later.
Anyway, there we were, comparing notes on weight loss, and wondering why we are all so COMPELLED to eat. All. The. Time. We all agreed that we don’t even eat that much junk food, we mostly eat "good" food (this said around the snack table that contained a veggie platter, pita bread, mandarin oranges and popcorn) just waaaaay too much of it. *munch, munch, munch*
I had the same conversation again yesterday with The Hubster, who complained that he will constantly think of food and what to eat next, unless he keeps himself constantly busy. Busy doing something physical. Physically exhausting. And by this I mean, like, waking up at 4:00 a.m. and hiking to the base of a vertical rock face and then climbing it. Then he’d, like, bike home from Banff or something. Suffice to say he scoffed at me when I said I find scrapbooking and working on the computer to be good diversions…you see for me the equation is simple:
need hands for task = can’t eat
And this is what I kept my hands busy with on Saturday…
What about you guys? Obsessed with eating, too? Let’s talk about it below, in comments (’cause I love it when you comment!)
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