There she was friends lying there in all her radiant beauty.
Eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate,
bowl of chitterlings, two bananas, three Hershey bars,
sipping on a "R C" Co-Cola listening to her transistor…
Fruit is now zero points on the new system (there are other changes too, but this is the most exciting). Therefore I’ve been eating more than usual. Still not a ton, but I’m trying to eat an apple, a banana & a tangerine every day. At this rate I might actually get my USDA required gazillion servings of fruits & veggies a day! Why those sneaky WW people – getting me to eat healthy. Seven years ago when I was working the plan & hitting my goal I did it by eating a lot of salad & cookies. Now apparently I’m required to learn to eat like normal skinny people. What a concept! And why can’t I do that without paying someone money? I just can’t. Stop making me psychoanalyze myself people – sheesh! I’m not Reya (although I wish I could be just a tiny bit like her).
Speaking of psychoanalyzing, I was going to write a poem today about how I miss my mom a lot at Christmas. As I wrote on Ruth’s blog this morning:
If your mother was a Christmas lullaby then mine was the raucous spitting image of Christmas Present from the Scrooge tale - my goodness did she love to celebrate Christmas WIDE OPEN and with an embarrassment of gifts under the tree (I never minded). And the food! Christmas has never been the same since she left us - a little more contemplative maybe, but less outrageously joyous.
But I don’t think I want to go there today. There are seeds of something to write – perhaps about how contemplative is better now that I’m older. I’ll admit – my mother’s Christmases were exhausting!
Sunday night I realized that I had created a tag called “complaining” but I don’t remember creating it. So now I have to go back through my posts & tag all the ones where I’m complaining. That could take a while, don’t you think? But note: I’m not really complaining in this post, am I. I’m being thoughtful & rejoicing over fruit. Go me!