Given the wonderful dinner our son-in -law and grandkids threw for the moms in the family, don’t ask how my new food plan is working. But, I might as well tell you: I was not as abstemious as I was at the banquet.
Let’s just say I sampled almost everything . . . skipped tortillas and chips . . . but took an oh so generous bite of the churro and sauce.
Over all I am still behaving myself; not checking the chips or crackers to see if they miss me; figuring the caramels know where to find me. But tonight, tonight was a time to taste and see what good cooks are in the family!
So, I enjoyed the bounty – but was mindful; the scale is nudging down, after all. I don’t want to become flabbergasted:
Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled over how much weight you have gained. [back] ~Author unknown
The scale, by the way, might be about my age. It belonged to Doug’s mom. And yes, that is a mousetrap in the corner – a different story for another time. But, you had better believe its proximity means I hop on and right off.
Any scale has always been a nemesis. Even when I didn’t own one, there was the annual reckoning at the doc’s. Right after weighing, they take your blood pressure, too.
This might explain why mine is always a wee bit higher than at home I think.
Here we go into week four of moderating the old fork. Not over-doing it tonight increases my confidence that tomorrow’s menu may be manageable.
Is this a first-world problem or what?
More die in the United States of too much food than of too little. ~John Kenneth Galbraith, The Affluent Society
Thank you for bearing with me in this adventure, dear reader. Hopefully, soon, I will have more gardening and art news to relate.
We have had several days of rain; chilly, intermittent and downpours. Which means our walks have not been as frequent. The flowers are flourishing, though, and the weeds are thriving exponentially. So, come the sunshine, Lord willing, the flower beds will be offer some cardio-bending, squatting, kneeling, and . . . reasons for a nap.