Grazing
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When did eating three meals a day become grazing all day?

What happened to breakfast, lunch, and dinner?

Driving to dinner from New Jersey to Chinatown, (we hit Chinatown once a week or once a day) my husband or I will say “Maybe we should stop and get a little snack so we won’t be so hungry when we eat.” The other one always says, “Okay.”

 

What happened to food?

Why do food stores have more shelves for snacks than for food?

Are cookies, crackers, chips, puffs. pretzels, popcorn, nachos, tortillas, nuts, trail mixers, rice cakes, fruit snacks, granola bars, potato chips, saltines, sunflower seeds, all seeds, poptarts, beef jerkys, kettle corn, biscotti, wafers, cheese sticks, and melba toast really food?

Why are we thrilled when the potato chip bag says only 60 calories per serving but if you read the small print—if you can see the small print—it says one serving is two potato chips.

Have you ever eaten only two potato chips? Especially if you’re alone.

What a thrill when the chocolate chip cookie bag says only 25 calories in one chocolate chip cookie but when you open the bag, one chocolate cookie is the size of a dime.

Why are snacks packaged so you can eat them in your car but you can’t open the plastic bag without a Hacksaw?

When did an apple or a banana cease to be fruit and become a dried snack?

Why do we need popcorn to watch a movie?

Why does every block in Manhattan seem to have a Starbucks, a McDonalds or a BurgerKing? So that we don’t have to walk a block hungry?

Why do they have snacks for sale on the check out lines of TGJ Maxx, Marshall’s, Barnes & Noble, Home Depot, Wegman’s, Walmart, and every store where you have to wait on line to pay?

In case you get hungry while you’re waiting to check out and you can’t wait until you get to the snack you left in the car?

Why am I getting bigger when seats on buses, trains, airplanes, and in theaters are getting smaller?

 

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Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns out as well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)