Gasp!!!

This morning I woke up to both a very startling thought and a quite surprising one!

Even I was a bit shock at the audacity of my food obsessed mind to have gone where it did! Everyone can control their thoughts right? It's really not about the thoughts that come through your mind but what you do about them, is what they say! Some thoughts will shock you, others will just sort of pass by and wish to be caught and other ones just kind of jump in and make themselves right at home. This thought was one of those latter ones. It's just that I am one of those people whose lives revolve around the food I eat, not just "I need to have my three meals a day" or "breakfast is the most important meal of the day" kind of food obsession but the kind where my facebook status always involves food! What I ate how I ate it, when and with whom (or is it with whome?) and how it smelled, yes I am also one of those people who smell my food before I eat it.

The other day I actually found myself having a conversation with a co-worker about why it was so wrong that why the night before my burger had come with a whole wheat bun. No, no, I wasn't eating a cheeseburger and yet being health conscientious and having it with a wheat roll, it was a complete mistake where my friend ordered hers with the wheat bun and so mine came that way too. The thing is that wheat flour doesn't have as much gluten and therefore the bread comes apart more and doesn't hold the juices (read blood) as well as a good ol'white roll! As I was explaining this is when it really hit me how insane I am about my food, to go as far as understanding the chemistry of gluten in the bread and why you need white bread with a cheeseburger is a little insane isn't it? I just shrugged it off to low blood sugar talking!

Anyway, back to that thought I had this morning, I decided I would try out a raw food diet, this goes completely against all my food principals! This is coming from someone who once said, after finding a post on chowhound.com about vegetarian food in Italy "what is the point of going to Italy if you're vegetarian???" and having absolutely no shame to the words that had just come out of my mouth! I mean this was almost as bad as saying boys shouldn't be allowed to play with Barbies! I've always considered myself fairly open minded but quickly realized that day that in fact, I am not as liberal as I thought I was! I had to double check and make sure my registration card still showed that I was a democrat!

The whole idea is that I feel like I was very lazy over the winter and need to shed those 5 pesky pounds that have found their ways in all of my pants! How did they get there? Seriously? Although I think I might know the culprit, Darn Call of Duty: Modern warfare! I've played about 3 hours a day for the past 4 months. We have had a harsh winter in Florida, ok ok so it is Florida, harsh is a matter of perception, I mean we got stuck at 55 degrees for 4 months, no way I was going out there in the cold running. I was very thankful for my heated seats in my little Volvo, which I thought were absolutely ridiculous at the time of purchase but was so grateful for on those cold mornings. Anyway, so the 5 pounds have to go and I thought, what better way to expand my food horizons, experience new recipes and loose weight! Plus I can still have wine right? The grapes are raw? It's just stomped and fermented! I think cured meats are ok right? We are talking about raw not vegetarian right! ok I think I am sensing panic set in....I’ll get back with my experiences with the raw world, I may just have to come up with my own rules!

Santé everyone! Goodbye vodka sauce with sausage!

From a Source

I think it was the day when I posted on Facebook; where I post everything little possible detail of my life to the point that people in the cafeteria line at work know that my boyfriend is picking up rolls to go with his roast beef, that just "smelled so good around the house" the day before; that I was just relaxing reading magazines, to which my brother commented, "things don't change, my little sister surrounded with her magazine", that I realized that I may have a magazine obsession my whole life. While my brother's statement might be a little strong, he isn't too far off.

There were signs all along, like the time about 10 years ago when a boyfriend of mine moved in and he thought we should move my bed to a different corner of the room. We moved the bed only to find out, with complete embarrassment on my part that the floor under my bed was covered with about 50 magazines, anything from Maxim to Food & Wine.

There was also the time when I was moving from a small house and it was time to clear out the shed and I had about 5 pods filled with magazines and I was asked if it was really necessary to move these pods and I practically had a heart attack! What kind of question was that? I mean they all had little sticky notes and folded corners for future reference and I just wasn’t ready to give that up, even though they had been in there for months.

And then there is me trying to budget and/or justify a subscription to Architectural Digest, I mean it is $70 a year, that's pretty steep, so it is going to be a treat one day! Well at least that's what I vowed to myself after asking my dentist if I could have their copy of a 3 month old Architectural digest and he said no, no one ever turned me down before for a magazine and I decided I would show him and get my own someday.

My boyfriend keeps telling me that I really should subscribe to all these magazines but he just doesn't get it, the thing about magazines is not just about reading them and getting them in the mail as a matter of fact, I much prefer purchasing them at the counter, there is something about walking up to the register and seeing all your options, all the pictures, the most shocking stories. I'm like a little kid in a candy store, wondering who is going to be on the cover of people magazine (and even wishing a little that someday I could be on the cover of people, a secret wish of mine). I couldn't tell you what draws me to a particular magazine,

I remember when I was little and my step dad had boxes and boxes of National Geographic, I could sit there for hours reading those magazines and then recording "news reports" based on the stories I would read, I wish I still had those tapes, but I think my brother probably tapes some Sunday top 20 or maybe some Iron Maiden over them.

I am sure all of you have seen Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase, one of my favorite scene is the one of him in bed reading his magazine and then comes across a sticky page and fights with it for about 3 minutes, this brings me to tears every time!

Of course there are some things I don't like about magazines, the biggest one is probably when you read a story and then you need to go to the back to finish the story, why do they do that? I am going to have to research this, for some reason it just really chaps my hide, I wish I would just read the whole story and not have to worry about going back to that page and reading the next story.

And why is it that whenever you read an article and people are quoted it's always "a source" don't movie stars have friends and family members? Even when talking about something as mundane as nursery decoration or a meal that was served at a birthday party it will always be listed as "There was a chocolate cake with blue ribbon" stated a source of the family, I mean why couldn't it be "stated a cousin" or some other family member. Wouldn't be strange to have source speaking for you? Maybe when I’m in the people magazine I will be so lucky!

Happy reading!

Since everyone enjoys a photo, here is a photo from the National Geographic site;