It's Colleen's fault, or is it Chris' fault

Isn't that the way it is...always blaming someone else...

The road was getting weary on that second day. Tiredness was setting in on me, all of the everything was huddling in around me. I could hardly hold my eyes open, when I remembered that colleen had given me a bag of goodies... these goodies were to get me down the road, she had said with a knowing smile. Looking inside I saw all my good intentions going right down the drain, or the throat, so to speak. Pringles and Wheat Thins all stashed so beautifully in the bright colored papers.

Part of the excitement about the move was I would be away from the Sunglow Cafe and get a handle on this nervous eating I had been doing for years... 30 lbs worth. I thought the hours of driving would allow me to face the demons that drove me to the cookies and the Pringles...those damn Pringles.

Chris started it all. At first, he made nachos with that great Vermont Cheddar cheese.... and he was such a perfectionist about it all, that he made each one individually and baked them until they were just right. Succulent would be more like it. That was such a wonderful afternoon treat...and he only made a certain amount, so I couldn't over indulge in them... then came those damn potato chips. Pringles to be more specific.

Actually, I never was a potato chip eater until Chris started bringing in a can of Pringles about every day, and even then, I don't think I would have found them enticing except he started cutting up that fabulous Vermont Cheddar cheese to go with them.... anything would taste good with that Vermont cheese...and so goes the new habit of eating Pringles, and now I don't need the cheese.

If any of you watched Food, Inc. you may remember that Pringles aren't really potato chips.... they are actually flakes of dried potatoes pressed with chemicals and the like into perfectly formed chips. If we think about it, we know potatoes don't come quite so uniform....anyway, this isn't so much about the quality of food as it is about why we consume this garbage.

So, I am driving along. Dharma had been sick all day the day before... leaving me to believe that the half eaten package of ground flax seeds with pomegranates that I had found Harry chewing on the day before we left might have been mostly consumed by Dharma. So today Dharma is feeling a little better...the dogs are quiet....no radio stations out here in the middle of this culinary wasteland.... and the new IPod I had purchased, I haven't figured out quite yet....so quiet it is...

And what comes out of quiet... that uneasiness, that something that tells me I am going to miss sunglow something awful... what about my friends... trying to think forward instead of backwards....thinking of starting a new business, thinking of moving and starting a new life.... finances, all of a sudden I was overwhelmed by exhaustion...that was when I started looking for something to eat...and that was when I remembered...Pringles and Wheat Thins....and I found some awesome chocolates too.

So by the time I pulled into Clinton, OK (in case you are a little confused here with me being in Oklahoma, I needed to visit my parents in Missouri before going on to Idaho) I was one sick soul....I had done exactly what I was so excited not to do...I had consumed every piece of edible (that is questionable) whatevers I found in the car. I was so ready for that exploration of my inner space...so ready to call a halt to this mindless eating....but I was so tired, and if I eat I can stay awake. I am a vegetarian for God's sake.... I eat organic, so what drives me over the edge....
stay tuned, some more of this mountain therapy coming right up.