Occasionally I wish I could crawl into a skinny person's head - actually their body too but I fear I would not crawl back out if I could squeeze myself in their body so let's stick with their head for safety purposes. I wonder if skinny people think about food as much as men think about sex (which by the way is one to two times an hour and they think about food and sleep just as much as sex - that was a new little tidbit of knowledge to add to my "who really cares" section of my brain. I LOVE google!). Now, where was I? Oh yeah, a skinny person's head. Thin people seem to have to remind themselves to eat. Are you kidding me? Why in the world wasn't I given that gene? I finish a meal and start planning on what yummy stuff I can have at my next meal. I honestly can't say that I have ever forgotten to eat. I may get busy occasionally but even when I'm busy my little brain is saying "Hurry up, we are way behind on an allotted meal."
My daughter is a chemist and I have mentioned to her that if she can come up with a pill that makes you forget to eat a meal or two (everyday) she would be set for life. I know she could figure it out but she likes to make me work hard at my accomplishments - no short cuts for dear old mom - she supplies me with verbal cheerleading instead which I appreciate but deep down I'm thinking "Just mix me up a damn pill!" I'm your mom ~ I'm chubby and tired and I allowed you to live through your teen years - you owe me!
So I fill my life with busyness in the hopes that I too will forget to eat. It hasn't happened in 50 years but I refuse to give up. In the meantime I will eat breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner, drink my 64 oz. of water & throw in some yummy hot tea (I'm trying to teach myself to like hot tea too) and say over and over again in my fat person's head... "There's no place for flab, there's no place for flab", kick my heels three times and wake up in OZ. My luck I'll wake up as a flying monkey!
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