Fat As Butter

Do you ever think about what it would be like if we had to chase down our food?

How much more satisfying it would be?

How much healthier we would be?

I was thinking about it last night (hence the drawing today) as I lay in my husband's arms and cried because those three candy bars and the two pieces of pie I ate didn't put up any sort of fight.

My good husband reassured me that I wasn't fat, and that I looked great.

My body disagrees.

Profoundly.

And proclaims my unfitness as it struggles to breath as I traipse up the stairs.

I have the opposite problem of the Tawny Scrawny Lion.

"Oh me, oh my I'm hungry, can't seem to get my fill...I'd be fat as a butterball...if you all would just stand still!"

Frankly, I would be glad if I had to catch my own food.

Makes me wish that candy bars had legs, for two reasons: One, I would have to chase them down, thus burning calories, and two, I wouldn't eat them because, really, if a candy bar had legs that would be highly disturbing.

I mean, would you eat a candy bar that had eight legs and spun a web? I don't think so.