Don't tell my doctor or any nutritionist who ever existed ...

I feel awesome today. And yet I started the day with a McDonald's egg, cheese, and sausage biscuit (soooo bad for my arteries) plus an extra large iced coffee. For lunch I had chocolate. Just chocolate. Throw in some questionable-but-upbeat music on my iPod and I'm feeling the best I have in awhile. Seriously.

Why does junky food make me feel so much better than the nutritious stuff?


From the archives

Me, back in January of 2003.

"I'm going to go make pancakes.

I love pancakes.

They'll never worry me, or get mad at me. They don't make me jealous by going out with other pancakes. They are delicious."