Farewell, My Lardly?
Both of the boys had overnights at a friend's house, so my DH and I decided to have a date night. He took me to an Italian restaurant that can only be described as heavenly. I decided to "let up" on myself a bit, and not hate myself if I were a pound or two up this morning.
The bread and a wonderfully garlic-infused extra virgin olive oil were set on the table. I ate a small slice of the bread with a bit of the oil. I ordered the linguine al pesto, as fattening as can be. Four bites. A delightful dessert? Three bites. Coffee with cream and Splenda. I walked out of the place feeling full and not one bit deprived. I was convinced that I would wake up in the morning, channeling the spirit of Humpty Dumpty.
Got up this morning...2 1/2 pounds down.
Revelations and epiphanies! I had always envied skinny people for being able to eat all the time. False! They eat bits here and bites there, not snorking everything off the plate like a vacuum cleaner. I always thought that I didn't eat so much to be so heavy. False! I ate like a whale! I always believed that leaving food on my plate was wasteful. False! Better that food be put in the trash than on my ash!
Phen is giving me the edge to treat food as it should be treated. Healthy thin people are not addicted to food, do not self-medicate with food, and are sickened by the idea of food binges. Today's lesson, a la Nemo:
FOODS ARE FUEL, NOT FRIENDS!!!

