Wait a second.. (aka: My Big Fat Cooking Rant)

I just realized that a topic in the intro may have seemed a bit...off...appearing in a blog semi-dedicated to the adventures of a dieter. Let me explain:

Wait a second...I know fat chicks that are dieting aren't supposed to discuss food or cooking on their blogs unless it's a new recipe for some awful celery log or a slimming way to incorporate fat free yogurt into a dish. However, I have been long addicted to the television show and books of various culinary personalities such as Anthony Bourdain, Julia Child, Gordon Ramsay, and Nigella Lawson. So I will break a taboo and be a dieting fat chick who occasionally talks unashamedly about food, whether it be salad, cinnamon rolls or warthog cheeks. Food talk is not intended to trip up my fellow dieting bloggers. Food is food. Talking about it is not evil or wishful thinking or any other neurotic notion just because the talk is coming from someone who is larger than a size 14. For the past 10 years, I've just had way too much of it and way too much of the junky variety. That fact does not make the topic some sort of evil "binge inducing" cliff that I take myself over if I mention beef wellington. I apologize if I seem a bit defensive.

I suppose I have good reason to be on some level. There is almost a social stigma on food being pleasurable, especially food being pleasurable to those of us who abused it for a number of years.
But that's an entirely different rant for another day. A comment in one of Bourdain's books really resonated with me. To paraphrase: An honest question to think about. Which is more pleasurable? 3 McDonald's processed Big Mac's, or 2 bites of an exquisitely prepared foie gras?

And if you are in the mindset that food can be pleasurable, food can be sensual, the answer becomes obvious. Now why couldn't I have realized that before? It would have saved me many pounds that came from overly processed semi-food. The kind where in large enough quantities it can act as Novocaine.