well, it's taken me about a week to eat most of a two-pound box of chocolates.
that's not so bad.

reminds me of the nutrition study.

which makes me think - i consider myself a relatively balanced, emotionally healthy person. i think i have a good idea of who i am, and, more importantly, a good acceptance of who i am - mentally, spiritually and physically. i know that i'm not in my best shape, but i quite honestly like how i look and, more importantly, i feel healthy.
but, regardless, being made to sit and answer interminable questions about how i feel about food, how i feel about how i look, how i feel about how i feel about food and how i look... made me slightly paraniod. i definitely ate less and more carefully for the few days following each visit.

and that really irks me. i hate the idea that my perception of myself was so easily shaken, that i succumbed so easily to the pressures of the american ideal.

but. i'm now going to go be taught how to sing by my sweet and ever-so patient someone.
and i'm still beautiful.
so there.