Sometimes, Dear Reader, Hollywood Moments, rather than amuse and delight me, stun me as would a hammer betwixt the eyes.
This is one such time.
The dialogue herein is guaranteed boiled down from two or three ACTUAL conversations I’ve had in the last few months:
[general ridiculous banter about various food paranoiae the Hollywood ladies have]
…And then it turns out I have a real problem with snacking!
What were you eating?
Apples, or dried fruit…
Fruit has so much sugar in it…
Uhmagod, I know! I had no idea!
You can’t eat that much sugar, it’s so bad for you.
MY INNER BLOGABLE! ALERT SYSTEM
I know! And my kickboxing teacher said you can’t eat bananas after NOON!
Because they’re so hard to process!
Well… isn’t that the point?
Quizzical looks all around, then the ignoring of the obvious chowderhead
You can’t eat ANYthing after 3, or it turns RIGHT to fat.
Oh I know…
Especially fruit… it’s so bad for you.
I didn’t even try to bring up the delicious bounty of brown rice, Dear Reader, just to see if they'd run from the room screaming, or, alternately (and deliciously), try to kill me with the sharp steely glances of the malnourished, though my mischievous side begged me to, but the bleeding in my frontal cortex was affecting my speech centers.
This, I do believe, is my favorite Hollywood moment since the time I lost 10 or more pounds in a week after nearly being hospitalized with the flu; upon returning to work, I was universally congratulated for looking like a junkie from Baden-Baden.
fiber and complex carbohydrates be damned!