Friendly Neighborhood Food Pusher

So the diet and treadmill while blogging hasn't been working out. In fact, working out lately for me is a big, FAT joke. That said, I know I need to persevere.

After some thought, I came up with an observation. All my truly skinny friends are food pushers. My mother, who was always 10 lbs. underweight growing up, was always pushing food as well. My 6'4" Dad went from 180 to well over 300 lbs. during their marriage. See what I mean! That's right.

These pushers do snack constantly as if sampling their own innocent wares, but they seem to get their enjoyment from food by making it and GIVING it away to others--and often me. So, maybe I should follow their tactics. Make luscious banana bread, wrap it up and send it's evil fat grammy heavy loaf-y-ness to someone else. Carrot cake cookies with spicy goodness and thick cream cheese frosting--off you go!

When I think of it this way, what once I thought was altruism from the skinnies is quite dastardly evil. Well, let the malevolent culinary kung-fu commence, shall we? What can I make you today? Do we feel like some Death by Chocolate, eh, my pretty?

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 9:33 AM