It was pure fun. It had been years since I had even thought about trying on those clothes. You know which ones. The ones gathering dust in my closet because they have been too small. Too tight to button, zip, pull up, or pull over. You might have some of those types of clothes also. I have called them my "hope so" clothes, but a year ago I began to think of them as my "probably not" clothes. Now they are my "more than likely" clothes. Some of them are currently my "hip! hip! hooray! They fit!" clothes.
Trying them on was loads of fun. Especially making trip after trip to the room where my husband was sitting to model yet another outfit that once again fits great and is to be moved into my current wardrobe.
Yea! Another win that I am enjoying because I have lost.
Friday, September 21, 2018
Sunday, September 16, 2018
It All Worked Out Just Fine
So today my husband and I went to an Italian restaurant after church. This restaurant serves absolutely delicious meals. We decided to order a pizza - meat lovers with black olives and mushrooms. Yum.
While we were waiting, our server brought us some soft, warm, to-die-for, garlic bread. Two servings of them. Oh my. I knew if I ate the bread, I would not be hungry for pizza, and I really, really wanted to enjoy eating the pizza.
What to do? What to do? I knew if I took that first bite of the bread, there would no stopping until I had eaten the whole thing. Well, I did it. I took one bite and then another and another. I nibbled till it was gone. Yep. I did. That first bite.......was at the same time too many and not enough.
When the pizza came, I honestly didn’t know how much I would be able to eat. It looked and smelled wonderful. I chose the smallest slice of pizza on the tray, and started eating. Oh my, the flavor did not disappoint. It was great. Oh, man. After a few bites, I realized that I was already getting full. I ate about three quarters of my slice and moved my plate to the end of the table.
We asked for a ‘to go’ box, and as soon as my husband finished eating, we put the left over pizza in it. Enough pizza for at least two meals.
Yeah! Victory! I ate my bread and some pizza too, without the guilt feelings of overeating.
While we were waiting, our server brought us some soft, warm, to-die-for, garlic bread. Two servings of them. Oh my. I knew if I ate the bread, I would not be hungry for pizza, and I really, really wanted to enjoy eating the pizza.
What to do? What to do? I knew if I took that first bite of the bread, there would no stopping until I had eaten the whole thing. Well, I did it. I took one bite and then another and another. I nibbled till it was gone. Yep. I did. That first bite.......was at the same time too many and not enough.
When the pizza came, I honestly didn’t know how much I would be able to eat. It looked and smelled wonderful. I chose the smallest slice of pizza on the tray, and started eating. Oh my, the flavor did not disappoint. It was great. Oh, man. After a few bites, I realized that I was already getting full. I ate about three quarters of my slice and moved my plate to the end of the table.
We asked for a ‘to go’ box, and as soon as my husband finished eating, we put the left over pizza in it. Enough pizza for at least two meals.
Yeah! Victory! I ate my bread and some pizza too, without the guilt feelings of overeating.
Friday, September 7, 2018
Just Throw It Away
I was raised with the 'starving children in China'. Can anyone else relate? Were you made to feel ashamed if you didn't eat everything on your plate? Oh my. If you didn't "clean your plate", then your leftovers will have to be tossed into the trashcan, thereby, causing some child in China to be denied food. Yes. That was me. My wonderful well meaning grandfather that I love dearly was the one who guilted me into eating and eating until my plate was empty and my stomach was too full.
It's understandable, and I don't fault him for it at all. He was a raised in a very poor household, and he was a young father during the depression, trying to care for a wife and small child. Wasting food, or anything for that matter was considered sinful. He managed to bestow that same value (for better or worse) on his oldest granddaughter (me).
Therefore, when I go to a restaurant, because I know that I will not be able to eat all of the food I order, I tend to order only things that I can easily carry home to save for later. For example, I don't order sandwiches because I know that if I have to take part of it home for a later meal, the bread on a sandwich will get soggy. Yuck.
What naturally thin people know is that the starving children in China are not nourished by our leftovers, and throwing away food is not a sin. They can just do it and attach no emotion whatsoever. They Just Throw It Away.
It's understandable, and I don't fault him for it at all. He was a raised in a very poor household, and he was a young father during the depression, trying to care for a wife and small child. Wasting food, or anything for that matter was considered sinful. He managed to bestow that same value (for better or worse) on his oldest granddaughter (me).
Therefore, when I go to a restaurant, because I know that I will not be able to eat all of the food I order, I tend to order only things that I can easily carry home to save for later. For example, I don't order sandwiches because I know that if I have to take part of it home for a later meal, the bread on a sandwich will get soggy. Yuck.
What naturally thin people know is that the starving children in China are not nourished by our leftovers, and throwing away food is not a sin. They can just do it and attach no emotion whatsoever. They Just Throw It Away.
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