All the fat people. I wanted to use the line, “I see fat people” as the title to this blog but my friend Heidi used it for her blog so I am out of luck this week. It’s been Labor Day and the television pickings have been a little slim – yes, we have Storage Wars, Doctor Who, Project Runway and Torchwood Miracle Day filling my DVR but none of those shows could hold a candle to what I witnessed this holiday weekend. Ok, there is also Russian Dolls, Roseanne’s Nuts, Web Therapy, Entourage, True Blood – you get my point. It’s me – there will always be something to watch; some things just not as relevant to health.
I was lucky enough to get an invitation to spend the weekend in Maine with good friends and the best part is we are all television addicts. In fact, three of the six (four if you count me) all work in television. So there was much discussion about the new season of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills – how staged was that discussion about Taylor’s husbands suicide? The new additions to the cast of RHOBH and of course, Storage Wars – my newest addiction; and, since we had someone with us who actually works at A & E, there was much inside scoop.

Anyway, the point of all of this is that I am always amazed by what I see when I leave New York City and actually venture into America. Yes, there should be border patrols set up on all the area bridges and passports required to be in this city because the rest of America is just plain scary.


So, I got to go into an ordinary grocery store to shop for some of the food we needed for the “bake” we were throwing on the beach. More to come about that. However, I never get to go into ordinary supermarkets because I am blessed that I live within walking distance of Whole Foods and can afford to shop there (although I must say, walking into a Food Emporium in Manhattan – prices are actually higher).
When I get the opportunity to venture into a regular grocery store, I am like a moth to a flame; Linda Blair in the exorcist with my head spinning minus the pea soup explosion; The Walking Dead zombie. There are so many things in those stores that I have never heard of and make it so hard for people to stay thin. The temptations are overwhelming for the average person. I look at those foods with disgust because I know what they are doing to me; how they are decreasing my health and life expectancy, but the normal consumer just gets taken in by the marketing.



And for those wondering what Remington was doing, he had his own barbecue to attend at Spa Westchester – also known as Karen’s house. He seems happy but I know he was missing me as much as I was missing him.
So, while it is super easy to eat unhealthy foods, I think it is just as easy to eat healthy foods that promote a longer life and a healthier life. It’s not easy out there – I get that. I can only ask that you try, keep the conversation in the front of your mind and eat with a sense of awareness. Think before you order and think before you swallow (awkward but I’ll leave it in)
As we were driving home back from America and into the country of Manhattan – where fashion week was about to start – you can tell Fashion season because everywhere you look on the streets are emaciated boys and girls, too tall and genetically perfect to be anything but clothes hangers, I caught a glimpse of this sign. It couldn’t be more perfect for how I feel about the state of prescription drug usage in this country: a neon sign with just the right letters not working – a new store; a “harmacy.”
So fall television is about to begin; RHONJ should be winding down, RHOBH is revving up and then 90210 starts this week and let’s not forget that Naomi is pregnant and Ringer starts – all hail Sarah Michelle Gellar. I’m excited!
Until next time…….
As we were driving home back from America and into the country of Manhattan – where fashion week was about to start – you can tell Fashion season because everywhere you look on the streets are emaciated boys and girls, too tall and genetically perfect to be anything but clothes hangers, I caught a glimpse of this sign. It couldn’t be more perfect for how I feel about the state of prescription drug usage in this country: a neon sign with just the right letters not working – a new store; a “harmacy.”

Until next time…….