food is not a lifestyle, katie
you know you have a problem with food when you wantonly open a cake box containing a mere sliver from the previous night. as you glance in lovingly, you greet the cake by saying, hi, sweet thing, how are you ? how's it going ? I missed you . thought a lot about you last night. did you think about me? you penetrate the sliver of cake with your fork. feeling every layer plunging through. first the frosting. the cake. the filling. and more cake... mmmm. yeah. talk to me, baby . you raise the fork to your welcoming mouth and engulf every morsel and finish it off with a final suck, so the frosting-filling-cake ratio is evenly dispersed. I digress... food-is-not-NOT-a-lifestyle. but, apparently addiction is. go figure.