For the second time in four days....

I have seen the same overweight student carrying a medium pizza and a giant slurpie into her basement apartment. I am saddened by this and reminded of some of the girls in my dorm/apts. who would hide away from the world and eat their way through hopeless chick-flick after hopeless chick-flick, filling their minds with an unreal perception of how life really is. I was one of them for a while. What is it about food that heals or at least makes us think that it will heal the pain that is within. maybe Im speaking about myself, how I find comfort in food and can't ever seem to get enough of it. Some say it's the instant gratification, my councilor seems to think it's a control issue, I may never know. However I do know that this aspect of life is one that in the end can both save or end our lives...that's all, just random thoughts and/or concerns.