Prostitute in church
We are having a pot luck in the office tomorrow. There is a sign up sheet going around, and suddenly I understand why most of the women in our little area, including me, are extra curvy. On the menu for lunch? Fried Chicken, BBQ meatballs, potato salad, cake, cake and more cake, “dessert” several times - chips & dip - I’m bringing fresh peaches and strawberries. Someone is bringing salad - but it’s going to be, and I will bet money on this, smothered in bacon bits, croutons, and some sort of gloppy fatty dressing. Time for a strategy. The thing that I hate about these things is that if I don’t load up my plate like I’m never going to see food again, someone is going to point it out and make some SNARKY comment. If I don’t try the chili cheese bacon dip or death by chocolate cake that ”Betty” made from scratch using her new receipe from Southern Living, her feelings are going to be hurt. I just can’t eat that crap and be healthy. If I say that point blank, then “Betty” looks at her own plate loaded down with 3,000 calories and gets pissed. If I say that I am trying to lose weight, then women with more to lose than me tell me I don’t need to worry about it. Bullsh**. I know my BMI - I’m a good 20#’s past not needing to worry about it. Oh well. Peer pressure.
I will start with a healthy breakfast. I will imagine haggis. I will not offer explanations about my food choices. I will tell “Betty” that her chili bacon cheese dip looks delightful and I can tell that people are really enjoying it. A dieter at a grand feed like this one is about as welcome as a who*e in church. I will keep that in mind and try to keep my healthy eating to myself.
Will post my weight tomorrow. It’s been steady below 160 for two mornings, we’ll see if it holds. My weight varies from day to day, so I will not post a new weight until it’s been that for three days in a row. Be much blessed, ya’ll
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