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Roaming the Concourse

Today on my morning run, I happened to be following the same route as the garbage truck.  It was sort of awkward, the way we kept lapping each other, but it was a race -I will have you know- that I won.  Further proof that all things follow the path of the Beam (right, Habibi?).

Anyway, when I run, I try to clear my head, talk to God or just consider my life.  However, my mind always comes back to the same thing:  food.  As I was thinking about what to eat later today, my mind wandered into tomorrow and the anticipation of sports arena junk.  You see, tomorrow Habibi (my nickname for my husband, it means "my sweetheart/honey/darling" in Arabic) and I are going to a college football game at my alma mater.  While many of you know that I don't particularly care for sports, I have a great affection for the treasures to be found on the concourse.  In fact, it is not unusual that I will spend seven innings of a baseball game, wandering around, eyeballing the Dippin' Dots or drooling over the smell of barbecue.  Perhaps my family will recall that the only time we went to a professional football game (we drove over 3 hours to see it), I pouted myself to sleep in the stands because no one would come with me to get a pretzel.  At game time, I call the shots, not my diet.

At present, I am feeling a bit like a kid at Christmas, eagerly awaiting the fine cuisine and libations available at the tailgates.  I shall peruse the concourse itself as I always do, with the gastronomic prowess  of a jungle cat; when my prey is within sight, I POUNCE!  What now, hot dog??  Bet you didn't see that coming!!!


Oh, caution and Whole Foods be damned!  Bring on the unnatural, wholly processed garbage!  With that said, I would like to ask you to intercede on my behalf.  Please pray that God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change (the availability of all this junk food), the courage to change the things I can (whether or not I binge eat on ALL OF IT), and the wisdom to know the difference (finding a happy medium).

Thus let it be.

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