While waiting for our dinner the other night at Pizza Hut, I overheard a fairly large (read: majorly obese) lady (while I love eavesdropping, it was not necessary, she was talking loud enough for even the cooks to hear) telling her elderly father (perhaps he had a hearing aid, shame on me if so) about her new health kick she was on, walking everywhere, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, etc. Good for her I say, except for the fact that she was telling this story with her mouth rammed full of pizza and ceasar salad *smack chomp slurp lick (the fingers...GROSS)*
Yah. Good luck with THAT diet.