A Book You Read in Reverse

It always happens this way. I come home and watch the Food Network to blow off a little steam, maybe daydream a little bit about a world in which Giata de Laurentis is my best friend, and just as I've gotten spoonful two or three of Ben & Jerry's to my mouth, we break to commerical. And not just any commercial. The one about the documentary on obese teenagers. With the man-tits on the exercise bike and the pudgy, pudgy fingers. Few things about fatness creep me out like pudgy appendages. I lick my spoon and put the ice cream back in the freezer, almost untouched.