September 25, 2004

• No Matter Where You Go…

  
  

   

  
  

  …there you are: in the cereal isle in this case. I’m combing over all this tripe in search of something that is both edible and lower than 100 calories a serving. My only hope, evidently, is that Kellogg’s starts selling biologically inactive and edible packing peanuts because everything in this place is structured for kids and all of it is high in calories. The cartoon faces on the boxes all have eyes and smiles that look down at the kids…all the healthy stuff is up top, with the chocolate-frosted-candy-coated at the bottom where they can get to it.

  
  

   

  
  

  But the odd part is that it’s all so damn bad for you…all of it. I finally figure, I’ll just get a box of Kix and a box of Corn Pops because, to be honest, an ounce (which is abbreviated as ‘oz’, but there’s no ‘z’ in ‘ounce’…must be a Latin root or something) of either is a rather large serving and if I’m going to count every damn thing I eat I want some bulk I can put fruit in.

  
  

   

  
  

  Funny how a genetic trait that, early in our civilization, would have given me and my offspring a distinct advantage in lean winters and unlucky hunting seasons is now a liability, a curse. I suppose most things are like that, change being the only true constant in this life. But things are going well…the constant charting and counting is, I suppose, a fact of weight-loss. I just can’t let it get to me.

  
  

   

  
  

  Well…all my best to those who have been victims of these hurricanes. Those of us who have lived on the Gulf Coast most of our lives do sympathize with, and send our prayers out to all of you who have lost loved ones, property, and a sense of safety in your own home towns over the past few weeks. Take care.

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