a moo moo, a pyramid, and a plan

Today, I did not eat at a restaurant.  In part, it’s ’cause I ain’t goin’ out like that.  Like what?  Like this:
I once witnessed a morbidly obese woman in a moo moo at a restaurant discuss how her new exercise regimen was helping her breathe better.   Thereafter, she commenced to eat a sky high pyramid of biscuits.  At least it was a food pyramid?
I’ve also sat with someone as she shared high hopes for her new weight loss medication – while contemporaneously dipping a fried chicken leg into mashed potatoes and  . . . wait for it . . .  a separate vat of gravy.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mocking these folks.  Please be reminded that an Amish buffet catapulted me into this restaurant-free crusade.  And when I observed the lady in the moo moo, I was playing steak with some high school kids.  We’re all susceptible.  All broken.  Restaurants have marketed themselves into a position of perceived necessity.  The gargantuan portion sizes are measured by a system that Americans don’t use or understand.  Folks don’t stand much of a chance.  But, because I want to avoid obesity related illnesses, because I want to perform at the highest level I can, and because I’m too cheap to buy new pants – I stay out of restaurants. 
  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11569969620803488106 Blingy Chick

    Dear King,

    I just caught up on your blog… and had a private out-loud chuckle at the ad for Jimmy John’s scrolling to my left.


    Good blog. You have me thinking.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/13372529593099788217 "The Queen of Free"

    I told him that was going to happen! :) Since his blog mentions the word restaurant so much, that’s the type of ads that are going to pull up.