I can deal with (most) of the things I should do by just not doing them. But you have to eat, and eating things that taste bad but are good for you is depressing. I hate making food such a focus of my life.

The idea that if I give my body whatever it wants, soon it will feel "safe" and start wanting veggies and fruit and, like, hummus or something? Yeah, cool, but no. It wants potato chips and cheese crackers and pizza.

Oh, the problem is not so much that intuitive eating does not "work" for me. It does, for values of work that equal losing 50 or more pounds while not dieting in any way, shape, or form. Yeah, sometimes my body asks for stuff that is other than pure nutrition. I eat potato chips, pizza, sweets, fried foods, blah blah blah. But it does also make itself quite clear on the topic of veggies, whole grains, fruits, lean protiens, etc. It's just that my body continually asks for a terrifying amount of food, and I get sick to death of feeding it. I just want it to shut the hell up about a thousand calories before it has had enough fuel.

The idea of "people chow" makes me incredibly sad. Eating and drinking is one of my greatest pleasures in life as is sharing food and drink with friends.

I'm sorry you're having a hard time, Windsparrow.

I'm in the, if I could go cold turkey, my life would be fine school of food thinking.

I wish I didn't have to think about it, and often fantasize about moving to some mountain cabin where nothing but what is put in front of me is available.

I like eating, but sadly, like eating the wrong things too much.

Changing gears, I just got a message from a SoCal friend asking if I am safe from the shooting that occurred this morning about a mile from me.

I don't know much about what is going on, but the place is crawling with cops and there is at least one helicopter overhead.

From what I can tell, the shooter chose just about the worst place (aside from the Capitol) to hole up, if survival is a priority.

All this to say, we are okay.

One of my friends works at the Navy Yard. Her office is on lockdown now.

Changing gears, I just got a message from a SoCal friend asking if I am safe from the shooting that occurred this morning about a mile from me.

Is it the Navy Yard? I saw Maria post something about it on FB. Yikes!

I'm afraid my first thought when I saw "Navy Yard" was "Gibbs is going to be so pissed!"

It makes me want to start shit on Facebook. Which is not a helpful response right now.

Yep. The Navy Yard. It's a fully enclosed campus with guard shacks. I can't imagine anyone getting out of there.

One of the walkers is refusing to do her route because 'there is a crazed gunman.'

Sigh.

Eating and drinking is one of my greatest pleasures in life as is sharing food and drink with friends.

Yes, me too. I'm sorry and sad that something that brings me such joy personally is the source of angst for others.