scatter joy!

Lately, I’ve been thinking about all the time spent on…

…dieting.  ugh.  I know I’m treading in dangerous waters here, but it just seems like such a waste sometimes, especially when taken to the extreme.  I mean, I get it.  junk food is bad, looking good feels great, and it really is SO annoying when last year’s dress is just a little too tight.  and, yes, I know it’s a totally personal thing, a complex thing, wrapped up in our deep-rooted, socio-cultural notions of femininity and what it means to be a woman in this society… I am just as steeped in and shaped by those ideas as anyone else…  so who am I to judge?  but sometimes, I wonder, is it really worth it?

we’ve got a big wedding coming up in my family, and everyone is starting to worry about fitting into her dress.  and my question is: what’s the point of fitting into your dress if you’re going to be miserable from now until when you can wear it?  is it really worth it to turn into a psycho-crazy b/c you’re denying yourself carbs?  like seriously??  go out there & live your life!!!  and eat that bowl of pasta.  it’s OK.  the carb-free diet doesn’t work anyway.

{more on this later…  thoughts in progress…}