Update

Hey!

I haven't abandoned you. I have just been working furiously on a new website and my book. As well as spending an entire week in bed, doing absolutely nothing, including showering, as I cleaned furiously, became a domestic goddess by actually using my oven to cook instead of as a storage unit, watching the first 3 entire seasons of Sex and the City and and reruns of CSI Miami and eating everything in sight. Fun times had by all.... all being just me, as the boyfriend looked at me and repeatedly asked, "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend!"

Happy Post Thanksgiving:)

Mindless Eating?

Professor studies psychology- why do we eat mindlessly?”

Recently, Dr. Brian Wansink published a book called, “Mindless Eating: Why we eat more than we think.” I would like to take Dr. Wansink to task. He says that, "The more people, the more you eat, up to 90% more than you eat when you're alone." Well, as an amateur with no PhD to wave around, I tend to believe that Dr. Wansink thoroughly researched this subject, I'm just not sure he accounted for all subjects. Because see, there is a demographic of people *cough* single twentysomething chicks* cough* who I think might dissagree with his assesment. In fact, I would just like to ask Dr. Wansink if he has he ever gone out to dinner with four, single twenty-five year old woman? Particularly, but not limited to, those from L.A., New York or Miami.

I think not, because if he did, then he would know that rule # 1 is “don’t look like the food whoring pig.” In other words, when we go out we order a salad or grilled chicken. And absolutely no dessert. In fact, when the waiter comes to ask, we all look at one another hoping, praying that someone will say, “Yes, bring me that tiramisu, STAT” and then we can follow suite.But alas, this never happens, because no one wants to be the topic of conversation. “Can you believe she ate that Chocolate Mousse. And she wonders why she has a gut.” No, we choose instead to indulge in the pleasures of fattening fare in solitude. In the privacy of our living rooms as we watch “ Greys Anatomy" and "What about Brian” wondering why two of the most beautiful men ever aren’t fighting each other for the honor of marrying us. We eat alone in shame, but with profound pleasure. Dulce de Leche'Ice Cream, chips, Starbucks Vanilla Fraps…. If no one see’s it, it must not have happened. Right?

We look for the answer to our neurosis at the bottom of the brownie pan or chunky monkey bowl. But always in private, or if very close, with only 1 other. A best-friend who is sworn to secrecy. Of course there are exceptions to this rule, one petite Asian with a stomach like a hoover vacuum comes to mind, but then she bucks all tradition:)

We may eat mindlessly, but we are very conscious of those around us, what they are eating, and what we want them to witness going into our mouths. Call me Dr. Wansink, I can teach you all about it.

Shopping for Friends

So, he keeps telling me I need to make new friends, new LOCAL friends. Like it's just that easy. I'm not 16, or even 20 for that matter, where I'm in high school or college, and we are forced to see each other everyday so why not become buddies. I don't have a 9-5 office job, so no fertile ground there for picking up new friends. No. The only regular place I go to everyday is Barnes and Noble, and well, most of the people here are just strange. There is a girl sitting across from me, just from listening to random conversation I've learned that she is studying to be a nurse, never lets her roots grow in, and is engaged. She's pretty, seems to study a lot( a quality I like in a friend.... she's no lazy moron) and not single, which when you aren't single, you like to befriend people who aren't desperately seeking a man, and want you to accompany them on that mission. But I don't know......, she hasn't given me any kind of opening, a smile, a hey, I'm open to making new friends, kind of look. And I don't know how much we might actually have in common... Does she listen to Kelis and John Legend, does she know about the beef between Game and 50 Cent. Does she watch the Wire??? I wouldn't bet on it.

When I was walking into the cafe today, I was alongside a girl who looked to be my age, maybe a little younger, cute, sort of shaped like me, I think she was Spanish, maybe Cuban, or maybe Italian.... she told me how she loved my dress and smiled a really warm smile. This probably happens a few times a week, a girl complimenting my clothes, or shoes... This should be my opening. "Hey, you like the way I dress... that's already something in common, LETS BE FRIENDS!!!" But instead I just politely thank them and tell them where to go shopping. I am too shy... Too afraid of rejection. Too afraid of picking up a friend I will later decide is all wrong for me. This is why I was never much of a dater. One of my best-friends now, was picked up by my one of my OTHER best-friends... because she has balls. She said, "Hey, lets get her number." And just walked up to her and started talking to her. I can't do that. I don't know how! But if this is to be my home, then I really need to start meeting girls. If anyone knows anyone in Miami, please, let me know... I can use all the help I can get.