Friday, June 29, 2012
Here's another mistake I made: All these years, I've been eating Cheerios for heart health, and although it seems to have worked, I've gained weight. If I'd only been eating Special K instead, I could shed these "mom" jeans and look stellar. Still, I can't help wondering how that slender woman's heart is doing...missing out on her Cheerios and all. At this stage, living longer is better than reviving my dream of being a runway model, so I guess I'll stay with my favorite cereal and try some of that stuff they advertise is guaranteed to peel off the pounds if you just shake it onto anything you eat. I think it's called Sensa. What a miracle. Sensa on an Ice Cream Sundae, and no worry.
Do I see a pattern developing...Venza, Menses and Sensa? Oh, it's probably just my imagination. I'm amazed how important having one is now that reality TV has become all the rage. I have made a very important decision though because of my new status as a "boob." After watching Jerseylicious, Jersey Shores, Housewives of New Jersey, Glam Fairy, Cake Boss, and a few others filmed there...I will avoid living there like the plague. No wonder they are so in love Chris Christy. He appears to be the only one there with common sense.
Who thought of reality TV? Clearly everything is scripted, and poorly, in most cases. And people thought soap operas were dumb. On Survivor, someone is starving or being eaten alive by mosquitoes, and the cameraman can't hand them a sandwich or a can of Off? Some how that doesn't smack of reality to me.