If someone has been feasting on the fat of the land for twenty years, what posesses them to abandon that way of life? I really want to know. What makes someone who has been served steak and caviar on silver platters for dinner every night suddenly decide that henceforth and forevermore it's a good idea to plan on running down the street to the local fastfood joint to get a cheeseburger instead?
If you were invited to the White House every morning for breakfast with the President- and lived near enough to drive there, or were provided with a helicopter to get there- would you sleep in on a regular basis and say, " Oh, I guess it doesn't matter. I'll find some other way to feed myself..." or better yet, " I guess I just won't eat today..." WELL???
Come on, people! It's time to wake up and smell reality! I'm not going to explain my little foody parables; if it's not blatantly obvious what I'm talking about, then just forget it and move on to the next blog.