There's pestilence and famine, personal bankruptcy, national debt malaria, global warming, cancer. Then there's this little weight problem. I feel small, knowing I spend more time thinking about diet, the contours of my body, than on my marriage, my ailing cat, the PTA.
The attention I pay to food trying not to pay attention to food. Meetings, scales, scheming. I'm boring. There's a war on. Battle! Cry! The endless minutia! Heavy and shallow, if I can only solve