Food - good or bad?

I have been thinking a lot about food today for a change, mainly because a Sindyinnewyork reader decided to point out how much of the time I do mention food. Also, as you walk along the airbridges onto aircraft in London, HSBC has a lot of advertising plastered up, and the ones that got me were four separate posters sequentially along the wall. The first has a picture of gooey chocolate cake, and the caption "bad"; the next had a picture of broccoli and the caption "good" the next had the same picture of gooey chocolate cake, with the caption "good" and the final one had the broccoli again with "bad". That kind of sums up my relationship with food really, in that I think about both of those food items in that way. But recently I have started to think more that food is to be enjoyed. I have never been able to stick to diets. Totally different to my mother and RRPP, who can pick a diet and stick to it like limpets. I have no food control, I instead say to myself "guess I'll just have to spend another half hour in the gym tonight" ignoring the fact that I won't be spending 2 minutes in the gym tonight! Last night I had my first slice of Junior's cheesecake (apparently the best in NY, which is of course the home of cheesecake. I had the raspberry swirl. I always thought Philadelphia was the home of cheesecake, what with the philly cream cheese link, but I was misinformed, Philadelphia is the home of cheesesteak, a delicacy I have yet to try). Well, the Juniors slice was pretty special, and I am a cheesecake connoisseur, or so I like to think. Might have another slice tonight, although I did go to the gym this morning.
However RRPP is now on her own special diet. She is preparing a food diary for her personal trainer, who apparently can't see why his efforts aren't paying off. Her diary went as follows:
Breakfast: One egg mayo and water cress sandwich plus mozzarella and tomato croissant; hot chocolate
Lunch: Avocado salad wrap; Chunky Kit kat
Dinner: pasta with salsa and copious quantities of cheese grated over it and a few good glasses of wine, plus a couple of twix snacks.
Personal trainer is apparently a cross between Carl Lewis and Djimon Hounsou, so may not like the KitKat additions to her healthy diet!
I think she is also getting extra exercise leopard crawling to avoid the feral next door neighbour (FNDN). It seems that FNDN has launched an all out assault - her weapon of choice is the wilted leaves off a nasty vine which I pushed back through the lattice whilst in London. This is one of those nasty vines that grows a foot a day, has horrible curly sucker things, and giant leaves that bring your skin out in a rash. It needed to go. Unfortunately I did it on a hot day so the vine is now on its last branches, and I also forgot that FNDN is old, decrepit and has NOTHING else to do all day but complain. RRPP had already got caught a few times by FNDN in aimless conversations about food, so it was a fair bet that messing with her plant was messing with her. Sure enough, FNDN now spends a great deal of time when not pinging leaves over the fence, in sitting on the back steps shouting "B&RST&RDS" at the top of her voice, and complaining about RRPP to the other neighbours. Hopefully they realise how batty she is and just ignore her. This is why I did not want a back garden!
So I have a big weekend ahead - shopping and watching the golf, and reading some exciting documents for work, all avoiding the thunderstorms that are predicted for work. And maybe some more cheesecake ...