Himself: Said that most of the latest workers are sloughing off at work as the countdown continues.
Herself: A bitter sweet day at the Writing Workshop yesterday. I surely will miss many of the friends I have made there. The swimming and walking are slowly beginning to pay off. I can leap out of bed most mornings now. By noon, I am slowed down but only until I get up to speed. Watercolor stuff fills the kitchen counters. Bought a new tool box for them all at Home Depot Yesterday.
Today: Came out of drive, turned right, found a woman and large dog directly in front of me and my foot slipped off the brakes twice. I was frightened to death and she was beyond angry. I don't blame her. Apologies do no good in situations like that. Ba at the pool today and I am working on acceptance.
Reading: Still the Dresdens. I don’t get much reading done these days. I used to have time to grab an hour in the afternoons, but not now. Even taking into account that I read at light speed, my reading has slowed to a crawl.
Balance: Feeling better.
G and I come from the “Clean your plates for the starving children in China, Pakistan, and India,” generations. We cleaned our plates or else. G was a very rotund teen, and who knows why I wasn’t, but we both carried the clean plate tricks into our adulthood.
But why? Why not stop when we were full? Why even eat a whole dinner?
I used to scoff at the little old ladies who split their meals with their little old men. Shame on me….no more. Not only have G and I taken to sharing dinners, we now place half orders for things we used to eat in the beyond gigantic size. No effort…watch us grow fat….watch us waddle out of the restaurant.
Instead, last week at Filippi’s Italian Restaurant in Little Italy, we split one of their too big dinners. We had lasagna and ravioli….and didn’t order either sausage or a meatball topper too. We even split a small antipasto salad. Imagine that. This week at Brian’s, G had the humongous diet plate, while I confess to the patty melt. His diet dinner was so pretty, I said I would try it next time we were there. I can’t believe I said that.
Half salads are us at Pizza Nova, and half orders are us at The Tin Fish. Oh what dastardly deed might come next.
Perhaps a loss of weight?