Oh, the irony

This morning I arrived at work and went to the cafeteria to get a muffin. A double chocolate muffin fresh from the oven.

Did I take the stairs up the three stories to my office? Nope, 'course not. I took the elevator, went to my desk, got the book I'm reading out of my bag.

Oh, the irony of reading Morgan Spurlock's "Don't Eat This Book: Fast Food and the Supersizing of America" while eating a huge double chocolate muffin (insert heavy sigh and rolling of eyes here).

The book is sobering though. When over 50% of a country's population is overweight - and for the record, Canada is just as bad as the States - there's a huge (pardon the pun) problem. We are literally eating ourselves to death. And all this started really happening in the 70s. Before that, obesity was nowhere near the epidemic it is now. Yes, I know, I should have the statistics on hand, but I don't just now, I'll try to be good and dig them up.

It's sobering, it's frightening and yet, I'm eating that chocolate muffin. I really need to get my shit together.

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Have you ever had a dream so real that you could swear it actually happened?

Last night I got up for a trip to the loo (which I'm sure happened, since I always get up to pee in the dead of night, what's up with that. I can go hours without peeing during the day, but I'll go a couple of times during the night. Freak). Then I went into the living room to check the time (why there?), I sat down, turned on the TV and started watching part of a movie. Then I figured I should get back to bed, so I set the video to record. This morning I woke up and went to the living room to see exactly what had been recorded during the night. Nothing. It was all a dream but it was so damn vivid, so real that was sure I had recorded that movie.

Is there a point to this story? Nope. Is there any reason you should be interested? Nope. Is there any reason I should put this here? Nope.

There are days when I can't help but wonder why I blog.