If so, could you ask him this question?
Why does everything I want have to be bad for me? Like, ice cream. Or really buttery popcorn. Or cigarettes. Or 3 Long Island Iced teas in a row.
I mean, why couldn't ice cream be just as nutritious as broccoli? Didn't he know when he created it that we would like it and not be able to stop ourselves (ice cream, I mean. Not the broccoli. I find it quite easy to stop eating broccoli).
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Ooh you're back!! I was afraid you had given up on us. Thank heavens! I know of quite a few people who have come to depend on your little blog here. In fact, my old roommate had recommended your page to her college and young adults group (she's the director) and they all check in. Why? Because you cut through the crap, lady. Right through it.
Furthermore, you make an excellent point. Why is it that when I decide to have a couple of drinks I end up in bed the ENTIRE next day when everyone else that had MORE to drink is out running/biking/laughing. Why me? I plan to straighten that out as soon as I get past those pearly gates. First question. "Hey God, what's up with those hangovers?"
YEEEESSSSSSS, this is so true. Like today, I was in the neverending "Forever 21" in Pasadena (for those of you who haven't been there, I don't recommend it for two reasons: (a) it's massive and overwhelming, and (b) EVERY piece of clothing doesn't fit me. My arms are fat steaks of blubber and whoever the fit model was for size LARGE sure as hell ain't no large. At least her ARMS aren't as large as mine. The blubber was seeping out over the cotton..anyway...I find myself asking God at those specific times in the dressing room: with the harsh light revealing all of my flabby flaws: "WHY?!"
But then again, it's really not about me.
If I could eat icecream for every meal I would. Oh and cereal, I love cereal. I have a friend who is as skinny as a rail, and she is constantly stopping by Sonic for some tater tots and one of those sugary drinks as a snack! If I did that I would be as fat as a cow! It's not fair!
In the last year by body has really shifted, I have to eat the best of the best and the smallest amounts just to maintain, forget about loosing. My mother warned me that this day was coming.
leslie- I love your comments about shopping in stores like that, I feel your pain...I stand in front of the mirror and wonder who can actually wear these clothes...
Forever 21 should be the target of a terrorist attack. In fact, I think that makes a lot of sense, given what I understand about Muslim extremists and their ideas about how women should be dressed. That place is a pit of despair where our self esteem is tortured and sucked out of us like Wesley's life in The Princess Bride. For God's sake, Leslie, never go in there again.
Good first question, Melissa. I, myself, will go with, "Hey God, post-trip or pre-trib?" (A little Christian theology humor for the rest of you.) Then I will say, "Hey, remember when I prayed that I wouldn't be pregnant? Well, thanks for not answering that prayer."
Amy, I hate your friend. I hate all of these people who "forget to eat" or "can't gain a pound if I try" or "just have a high metabolism." You people are not allowed to complain about anything, ever. Ever.
I saw your ad on cl. I did read all your blogs. This one was particularly interesting. I am not a christian but I am spiritual and do believe that there is a supreme being somewhere.
The think about brocoli is God made it without men's intervention. All those things you mentioned are man made creations: Ice cream, really milk and sugar mixed up for Man's pleasure.
Long island: Man finds that there is a way to use natural stuff like corn, cassava or grapes and decides to make alcohol out of it. You can eat as much corn, cassava or grapes and you will never fill sick from it.
Buttery popcorn: Again, God gives corn and Man decides to add butter to it.
Bottom line is is Man could take nature as it was given to him without feeling the need to recreate it, we would have no obesity, no one would be killed by drunk drivers and so much more.
uh, who let this guy on here?
i lovvvvfftftttt my long islands even eef it made me fill sick after 3. end i know god made me da islands butt man made me hung over looonnngggg.
lynettesky
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