I'd hoped to be writing today's entry about how I rocked that forty, but the weather gods decided twas not to be today. So instead, I'm sitting here looking out The Closet's sliding-door-to-nowhere and watching it rain.
Earlier this morning, I'd come up with an alternate plan for the day and I still may manage to get work that in, but only if the rain lets up a bit or if I decide to break out my wellies. Today is free museum day and since I live in the museum district, I thought it might be nice to see them all - on foot. But the rains have continued in earnest and so I've been doing fun things like flipping my mattress and washing clothes.
I have also begun losing weight - in my purse. Dear lord, I do believe my purse is bulking up for the start of football season. Every time I turn around, the thing gets heavier and heavier. So this morning, I took everything out, including two handfuls of change that had dropped into a secret compartment. I also switched wallets to a much smaller one. I did some pruning there, which is always a scary thing - what if I left something behind that I will really need? We shall see how this works.
I keep forgetting to write about something that happened last weekend while Bick and I were at the dirt track races. We decided to just grab some "fair food" at the track. When we got there, we weren't ready to eat, but an hour or so later, we went down to grab a bite. Now let me say right here that if you can fry something, I will love it. All of that weird sounding fried stuff coming from the State Fair of Texas? Sounds like pure heaven to me. I've never met a batter that I didn't love. I am no snob when it comes to heart-attacks-wrapped-in-yellow-paper. And I was hungry. But as I surveyed the offerings (and I'd ridden a long ride that morning so I had calories to burn), I thought "it's just not worth it. I'll eat some real food when I get home and for now, I'll just have to be hungry". That, my friends, is something odd for me. I've always considered hungry to be pretty much an emergency that must be solved - with the choices on hand. Depending upon how "good" I was being - take the batter off the chicken strips, throw away the bun on the cheese burger, peel off the batter on the corn dog, etc. Deciding to just be hungry and somehow not feeling all deprived about it was huge.
I can remember reading something about hunger not being an emergency in the book (which I recommend) Beck's Diet Solution, but I can't say that I really believed it. Nor do I accept that I've somehow been changed forever, but on that night at that time, I just decided that it wasn't worth it. I wanted real food and I would just be hungry until I got it.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Real food wins.