EarthWindFire82 of Memphis

Okay so this is going to be one of those posts that will result in somebody being butthurt.  I have no earthly idea why because it means said butthurt soul would be that way for something unrelated to them. Yes, I have had Gastric Bypass Surgery...and no, I do not regret it one bit.  I also don't think it's up to anyone to tell me the following (in a completely unsolicited manner): *Who had it and regretted it *Who had it and had a gang of wrinkles, extra skin or whatnot *What they think of people who have weight loss surgery Why? Because... Yes, these memes help me be a snarky bastard yet keep the mood light. Before I go any further, I am not a jerque.  I am not someone who walks around with a perpetual attitude and my nose turned up at everyone.  I don't have disdain for people's opinions and I do accept that I am not the only person in the world.  I can discuss things and be okay if you don't roll with me. ...

I was kinda leaning towards naming this blog something like "How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Eat the Cake, Anna Mae" but that was wordy as hell. Today, I felt like talmbout one of the biggest elephants in the room. No, not that kale fart, but food.  We already know the lectures about what to eat and what not to eat. I'm talmbout the relationship a person has with food.  One thing I learned in the process of getting right so I won't get left is that I had to really take a retrospective look at how I dealt with food over the years.  I mean, let's just be honest here...unless you have an illness, medical condition or something else, you don't get fat from water.  This means that somewhere along the way, food went from being what I needed for survival and became an evil little sumbitch. Nobody likes to analyze themselves, especially when it doesn't result in some kind of glowing revelation.  It's so much easier and fun to charge shit to the...