Food In Lieu Of Boyfriend

I've recently developed an unhealthy obsession with the Food Network. It's become such a large part of my weekend and evening routine that I should probably be concerned. I've somehow made my way from drunken boy-crazed hobbit to boring, domestic shut-in. I'm beginning to realize that I've seen every episode of Barefoot Contessa and Giaga De Laurentiis' Everyday Italian. That can't be a good sign. I still sit here... staring blankly at the tv. It's an addiction, but really it could be worse. I could take a liking for boobs. Wouldn't that be disturbing?