From reading these blogs we see we're bombarded by billboards, lamblasted by commercials, haunted by containers of our favorite treats, tempted by the greasy, cheesy gobs of food on the plate across from us...but guess what???

That's just our evil nemesis mr. trans-fatty trying to bring us down.  Oh we have fond memories of deouring him in the form of a Hostess Twinkie and Bacon Ranch Cheese Fry, but you know...it was all a dream...actually a bad dream...each of those only had their brief moment of pleasure as they instead had more of a long-lasting impact on your waistline and clogged arteries.  That doesn't sound so fun and magical now.  Have you seen what a fat-laden blood vessel looks like?  It certainly isn't as charming as the new "waists" I see emerging.  (Remember Earl keeps yelling at me he needs a new shirt!)

So deep down when we drift back into the unconscious memory of unhappy eating...bring yourself back to reality.  I know you weren't this jacked up, happy, zippy, peppy as I see/hear you guys today.  And as each of you puts on that shirt that doesn't fit, those pants that you thought you'd never wear again, or Milton starts chopping at his tape measure...that's what feeling good is all about, having good dreams because it's real and it lasts, and then that food that haunted you...really doesn't have much power and magic afterall!

Long live the carrot sticks!  Long live the chicken breast!  Hip Hip Salads-Hooray!

That's got a nice ring to it...doesn't it?