When I just don't care anymore...

My friend J said the following recently. She said, "...some days, when I know I just don't care any more, I'll have about six donuts for dinner." I died laughing because on many levels if I was single like her and with no one watching, would I ever do the same? As to me, this was relateable in so many ways. Some things I find myself eating, I continue to eat, even though they must signal the following:





a) I couldn't care less about my health or appearance.


b) I couldn't care less about what others may think of me.


c) I couldn't care less about what my child will think of me.


And what is it about some of us that biologically, we continue to eat something...that is not even that good?



Take for example the Green Snowballs I got the other day out of the machine. I kept thinking of J and recited her, "when I just don't care any more..."



Now, I rarely go the machine, thank God for small favors. But on this day, I was in the mood for a Zinger or something. No Zingers. But they had these Green Snowballs. It was green. Did I say that?


To say that it was mediocre was a compliment. It was just about as bland as a piece of cake could possibly be. But I downed the first one. As I'm onto the second one, I see on the package that the Snowballs I purchased had expired. Yet, I continued to FINISH the second snowball. Now, if that's not some sort of biological problem that a) I got them to begin with (see previous list) or b) the fact that the contents had expired didn't spur me to throw the rest in the garbage, then I'm not sure what is. Seriously? Something is not right. I've often said, the magic diet pill is one that kills all taste buds, but clearly given my sample of one with the Green Snowballs, even that must not be true. Sigh.