Just like me?

Yipes! I just did the unthinkable. I actually clicked on some of the links in my own profile just to see how many other people had the same interests. Now I know why e-Harmony is so popular. From what I understand, they take much more than just a list of likes and dislikes into consideration. I mean, I was appalled at what some supposed intelligent people put on their profiles! For example, in my profile I have written that the books I like are "too numerous to mention." That same response was said by several (dozens) other people. But I'm not sure I'd want to meet any of them in person. Boils down to one or two things that will glue us together. Can you guess what they are?

Not My Friend!

A friend is someone who does what is best for you. A friend loveth at all times. A friend will gently guide you to do what is right. You like being around a friend. You want to do things for a friend. You will lay down your life for a friend. Okay, so why do I treat FOOD like it is my friend??? What misplaced emotion have I given over to the love of food? It just never seems to go away, and what do I get in return? Added pounds ... swollen joints ... hardening of the arteries ... now I ask you, is this any way for a friend to treat me? I read a really good article on how we think about food just the other day. And I'm convinced that there are "voices" in my head and heart turning me to the false friend of food. There is the "rebel," the "victim," the "indulger," and "the critic." Can you tell which one is haunting me right now? Hmmm, probably the critic, except for the fact that while I am writing this I am chowing down on Poppycock cashews smothered in glaze. Somebody stop me!!!!