Overeating or Under Training?
Thad and I had some friends over and as good hosts had wonderfully, scrumptious foods with all the calories, sugar, fat and carbs I could think of. The friends brought their delicious contributions as well. Between the preparing (I sample as I cook), the hosting (I confirm that it is edible), and then of course the cleaning up of the leftovers (wouldn’t want it to go to waste), I feel like a hippo trying to stuff myself into a girdle. I gave some away but the devil on my left shoulder convinced me to wipe out the biscotti myself because they are just too good to pass up and I have forbidden Thad to make them again until Christmas.
Its not that I don’t exercise. Thad & I bike, walk, or do exercise videos 6 days a week. In addition, our daughter, Francesca is a personal trainer who puts us through our paces twice a week until we wonder if we were such terrible parents to be deserving of this much torture. We think she stays up at night just to plan her attacks.
No, I exercise. It’s just that I don’t exercise enough to eat the amount I’d like to and do. Frankly, there aren’t enough hours in the day to compensate for what I ate this weekend.
But I have a plan. We have a “Personal Trainer.” Now we need a “Food Monitor.” This person’s sole responsibility will be to slap the food out of my mouth whenever I put unhealthy (but oh, so delicious) foods in my mouth.
The next time you see me, I will no longer look like a hippo in a girdle but will be slender and radiate health. That’s because my face, will be red from all the slapping.