|The day those thighs stop touching will be a sad day indeed...|
The Stages of Food Addiction:
|Stage 1: Anger|
|Stage 2: Denial|
|Stage 3: Uneasy Acceptance|
|Stage 4: "Hi. I'm Jack, and I'm a Foodaholic."|
Jack's appreciation for fine cuisine has only increased of late. A true gourmand, he rarely meets a food he doesn't like, and he's willing to try just about anything. Sometimes this is charming. Sometimes, like when I'm trying to eat my eggplant parmesan in peace, for example, it's just freaking annoying. I realize I'm lucky not to have a picky eater on my hands, but there are times when I wish I only had to choose between macaroni, fish sticks, or chicken fingers for dinner, instead of the whole of the culinary universe.
|Jack double fisting his breakfast.|
Of course it's not all bad. That penne was leftover from dinner the night before, and John and I eat plenty of fresh veggies with dinner. But when I'm on my own during the day, and I've got a mini Mario Batali clutching to my legs and begging for "moin" ("more" in Jackanese), the truth is I tend to put my own nutrition second and focus on my butterball. After all, who knows how much longer he'll be around.