Mmmmmmmm....corn nut-like thingies.

I ate like half of an extra large cheese pizza in one sitting, the other night. I can be a glutton that way. Suppose it's nice I'm accidentally sparing you all any pictures of me (I again forgot to take my camera to be developed).

But anyhow, that was the last of my food. I went out this morning and really had a weird time of it. I normally almost plan my budget around the necessities for my sweet tooth. None of that today. Instead, I realized that about a month ago, I (quite accidentally, believe) bought what turned out to be two months of Spree, Tootsie Rolls, and conversation hearts. Usually I whiz through sweets with embarrassing ease.

So, what strikes my fancy on this trip? A two-for-one on just normal "American" salad mix (mostly iceberg lettuce, but with a tad bit of shaved carrots and red cabbage), a bottle of raspberry vinaigrette, a big thing of carrot juice (haven't had that since the '80s), another big thing of unsweetened soy milk (to go with a couple of unopened boxes of corn flakes from a couple months ago), nine single-serving yogurts (mostly diet key lime, a couple of cherry fruit-on-the-bottoms---can I call these FOB's?). And finally, for a munchie, a canister of dried, roasted sweet corn. Not Triscuits, not tortilla chips. It was very strange. Not really sure what compelled me to explore the health food isle. I was actually somewhat ashamed, if you would believe. This going back to a time maybe a year ago, when my parents sat thirty-year-old me in their "chair of trouble" and lectured me for seemingly thirty minutes on the fact I needed to lose maybe 40 pounds. My mother knew I've long wanted to go to Sweden. She came up with a deal where if I met the prescribed goal weight for me, she'd pay for me to go. Instead of glee, I met her proposal with horror, and accused her of bribery.

I'm still overweight. Still prone to attacks of gluttony. But I am more aware of what I am doing, even if I decide on that day (and consecutive days thereafter) to ignore the potential consequences.

Life with my parents can be a bit odd. I think we are all a bunch of strong heads, and don't like to back down too easily. I do respect them for certain things though, which is more than can be offered between members of many families I am aware of. I admire their careful sense of aesthetic in their home, something they like to attribute to feng shui, if I remember correctly. That has gotten me thinking about such matters, if executing a bit differently. I also admire their marital strength. The idea of marriage freaks me out. It's as if todays young folks can count on living out at least two marriages, not to mention raising kids within potentially both marriages. Lucky me, I don't have much tolerance of kids, so I don't think that's in my future (even though parenting fascinates me on almost an academic level).

Well, off to a job fair at the Sheraton by Station Square. Peace out.