Dreamgirl here! - Lakita's pursuit of "the bikini"

I had a girlfriend that I used to joke around with when I was a model.  As a matter of fact we were both pretty lean at the time.  I know the word model envokes all kinds of images but I was an atheletic apperal model.  I not only had to watch the amounts of food that I consumed, but what types of food I ate to ensure that I had enough energy to endure a fierce workout regiment.  We took it pretty seriously, not just because we knew the images that were taken of us would forever be emblazoned on the pages of catalogues to be seen by strangers and friends alike, but because we knew that if we didn’t look close to perfect somebody else would take our jobs!  Looking back now I laugh at how critical I was about my physical appearance.  Moreover, to many individuals, thumbing through the pages of magazines, gauking at images of women is a regular and time consuming activity. We always thought that this was utterly stupid and a complete waste of time — when instead they could be looking at culinary magazines!  Yep, my girlfriend and I would talk about food like guys talked about girls.  “Girl, you have got to see this!  Come over here and take a look at these chicken enchiladas with the cheese melted all over the ranchero sauce.”  Sometimes we would be driving to our workout and out of a dead silence she’d ask me, ‘wouldn’t a thick crust pizza with all the toppings and extra cheese sound really good right about now?’  The sigh in my voice was indication enough that I was already with her on that thought because her very words conjured up the aroma of a fresh delivered pizza.  Thoughts of delicious food for someone who didn’t get to eat very often can become pathalogical.

Those days have long gone, just look at my pictures on the website as evidence.  Sometimes though I catch myself daydreaming like I did back in the day.  However, I have recently figured out why I slip back into that daydream mode.  Back then, I was hungry all the time so I naturally would think about food all of the time.  Therefore, on the occasion that I am hungry I think about food.  But our thought process alone doesn’t change our habits.  I often out of impulse find myself going to the refrigerator to eat.  I now know that this isn’t a reponse to hunger but of boredom. If I am busy, food rarely enters my mind.  Until now, I never gave emotional eating much thought but I have come to realize something that has deeper implications.  If idle hands are tools of the devil, then a bored mind is open to all kinds of cravings.  In my case it was food. . . but not anymore.