It's the End of World as We Know It
Lots of great comments on my last post about food addiction. While I'm sorry so many people turn to food to comfort themselves, it's a relief to know I'm not alone.
Food has always been a source of comfort to me. Geez, some foods are even referred to as comfort food—mac and cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, all those foods that make you think of home—so they say. I can set myself up for all day craving just by thinking about them—which I have now done. This would really bother me if it weren't so close to end of the world—great segue, huh?
Caught up in the Rapture
So that leaves me with a big question: If the world is going to end, why worry about how much I weigh?
All kidding aside, anyone can believe anything they want to believe. I'd just rather not go through life thinking that any day now, it's all going to come crashing down. Yeah, I've done my share of sinning—and probably a couple of others people's too. But I can't face life waiting for some eternal punishment. I know Jesus said that you need to always be prepared because he would return like a thief in the night. But he also said to beware of false prophets. (I think that coming like a thief in the night refers to your own death more than the overall end of the world, but what I do I know?)
But Seriously Folks
Anyway, what's this got to do with weight loss? I guess maybe, and this is a stretch, I'm thinking about losing this weight before it's too late. Yeah, it was a long way around the farm to get here, but that's me—all over the place.
So where does that leave me? Still thinking, that's where.
P.S. All of the dead birds falling from the sky lately have given me reason to pause, but I still can't sit around waiting for the end. Many folklorists will tell you that dead birds are bad omens, but I think they got in the way of some bad weather or fireworks. But if I'm wrong, I guess I'll see you Hell.
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