I may be a little obsessed with food since quitting smoking about 3 weeks ago.
I don't understand why nobody makes a hot fudge salad.
Most of the clothing pieces I throw together would be better referred to as ouchfits.
It is not helpful to eat a large bag of Smoky Bacon potato chips while reading William Leith's The Hungry Years: Confessions of a Food Addict.
Next week, I'm going to become obsessed with finding out whether the 6 pounds gained in 2 weeks can be as easily lost.
I think I know the answer already.