OBSSESSED....the good kind

I equate my love of food to that of a first time mother, waiting to meet her new bundle of joy.
Except I feel like that about every morsel that passes my lips. From breadcrumb to apple, french fry to steak.

I'm that girl. NOOOO, not the drunkest girl at the wedding, silleee.
The girl that obsesses day and night about what to eat next.
When eating breakfast, I'm going over my lunch options, while cooking tonight's dinner, I'm thinking about tomorrow night's dinner. You get the picture.

A typical day's internal dialogue:
FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD.. REALITY TV....FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD....DRINK...FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD
It's busy work.. maybe that's why I'm hungry all the time.

My life's pleasure is centred around food, the thinking & talking about, the shopping for, the prepping of, the detective work in the recipe planning, the buying of the cookware & dinnerware and assortment of gadgets, the search for the newest restaurant, the passing McDonald's(or any fast food joint for that matter) and having a come to Jesus with myself over how this time I'll just get a diet coke, not the standard issue large order of fries and a McChicken Sandwich-easy on the mayo please, I'm watching my weight, thank you very much.