Before I started getting up early, I ate my first meal around 2 PM (not exactly the picture of health either).
As I ate my dinner I was able to look up whenever I liked and see the oak table, the gleaming plate with its chicken leg and baked potato, the glowing silverware, and my reflection looking up alertly, like someone whose attention has been called to an important matter.
"I was a typical American consumer - I shopped a lot, I ate most of my meals in take-out containers, I took cabs everywhere, " said Michelle, a journalist with a weekly business magazine.
The fact that she used to give me 250g of sweets each morning going to school from primary school and insisted I ate everything on my plate didn't occur to her that might be the problem.
The more American foods I ate, the more my desires multiplied, outpacing any interest in Vietnamese food.
On the first night of my homestay, I ate dinner at the CBT office and then slipped and sloshed back down the road toward my house.
When she made apple pies, Willie Pearl would give me pieces of dough and fruit to make a pie in my own little pie tin (when she made chocolate pies I ate the filling before I could make my pie).
And when the staff brought out big, thick, gooey, homemade cookies during a break, I was already so far outside my circle of guilt that I ate three of them.
On the stunted commercial street in town, there were three places still open for business, one of them the diner, and I ate there once and stuck my head in the door two or three times, scanning the booths.
Here's a Fourth of July I won't forget to tell my grandkids about: the time I ate a dinner of leathery ham steak and partially thawed frozen peas, alone, in the bar of the Horseheads Holiday Inn.
When I was growing up my dad always ate yogurt for dessert at lunch and dinner.
For five years, I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner at my desk.
At last I understood why my female housemates always ate together.
He is the kind of man you'd trust to lead you in the direction of good food, and my five fellow passengers and I ate often and well, dining on such regional specialties as capuns, a creamy pasta dish with ham and chard, and bitto, a cheese produced only in the summer using fresh milk helicoptered down from the high passes.
Once in a while I skipped lunch, even though it was part of my salary, and went in to Amundsen, where I ate in a coffee shop.
My mother blamed me for being overweight because I ate everything she gave me.
The young lady who ate the quail with me did not set my house on fire. (I kept a pitcher of water nearby just in case.) But the striking beauty and the deep perfume of all those roses certainly made her cheeks flush.
But I ate hot pot growing up in the 1970s and '80s in South Carolina, and if my mother and father could find enough ingredients there to prepare the gut-busting hot pot meals we had at our house, you can find them anywhere.
My parents were strict when it came to what we ate, and believe me when I say it sucked.
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In the end, I used a combination of the airline representatives from United and US Airways and my travel agent, I spent one extra day, with the night on the plane, and ate the rental car fee for one day.
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