How Eating Out Is Like Having Sex

For Ocean's birthday, we ate out at the Rainforest Cafe. For my birthday, we ate out at Chili's. For the Oscars, we ate Papa Murphy's Pizza (as per tradition). That's three times in the past two weeks and it feels like overkill.

As most of you know, we eat an extremely healthy, whole-food type of diet here in our household (a Nourishing Traditions / Weston A. Price kind of thing). As I've said before, I don't eat healthy when I'm out of the house or over holidays and stuff like that. This amounts to maybe 5% of the time, during which, when I'm eating that way, I'll shout, "5 percent! It's 5 percent!" That way everybody will know how awesome I eat in my normal life and will thus allot me that 5 percent to indulge without judging me a hypocrite.

But eating out so much this month has made eating out feel less special. It's kind of that way with sex and showering too... the less you do it, the more special it feels when you finally do. I had posted about that sex poll in facebook the other week, and I swear, the only people who responded to it were those who were actually having sex on a regular basis. The average was probably around ten (which made my average of none-of-your-business-no-just-kidding-i'll-say-it-"three" seem kind of lame-o).