My mom calls me everyday and scolds me for not eating. I started thinking about why eating becomes so low-priority for me when I'm home. In LA, eating is such a social event. I love that. I like having company while I get things stuck in my crooked teeth. Why do you think I keep asking you out to dinner (you know who you are)? It's so I can stop losing weight.
To be honest, my family's concern that I'll starve on my trip has some validity. I have a history of wandering cities around the world and not being able to just go into restaurants to order food. It's like some sort of mental disorder. It's okay though. I'm going to find help.
And mom, if you ever figure out how to get to this site, I'm making fried rice right now. You know what's funny, I finished off the supply of rice you sent me last year. I love it when a plan comes together.