Goodbye Meat

If you haven't checked out the book Skinny Bitch, you should. While I don't ever see myself not drinking beer again or even going vegan at this point, the chapter on factory farms convinced me I will never eat meat that I know has come from a factory farm ever again. I love animals, even the ugly, smelly ones. I don't think I could ever look Buddy in the eyes again if I ate meat that I know came from one of those torture chambers. Even if you don't care about animal rights, those places are not sanitary....at all. You might as well wipe your steak all over the men's room floor and plate it up. And people say that you can cook it to a temperature to kill all the bacteria. Ok, imagine this then. Wipe your steak all over the bathroom floor, throw it on the grill and then eat it. Because it's about the same thing. Off to do more research!

Deja Vu is that you?

Sooo, I totally forgot about this blog until my friend Mr. Ryan Nolan reminded me of it. Some of my favorite highlights while reminiscing are reviewing the McRib and giving it two forks up and proclamining I love cheese so much I hope I die in a fondue accident.

Glad to see that while my life circumstances have changed drastically since I first started this ode of food blog, my obsession with food has not changed. Neither has my quitting/re-joining of weight watchers. Geez. I bet somewhere at the WW headquarters there is a plaque with my name on it under "Most Likely to Quit and Rejoin A Month Later". I'm sure I have put the CEOs children through college or helped them purchase a lovely vacation home in the Caribbean.

Here I go again, publicly sharing my struggle to lose weight and attempting to silence the voice of a chronic fat kid. This time I'm motivated by the wedding dress that is already ordered and hopefully will fit. I had to order the largest regular size they had or pay more money for a plus size. Fuck you David's Bridal. You will not win this game.

More to come.....