I have basically resolved myself to the fact that I lose all my weight for the month in one week and then plateau for the other 3 weeks, at least as far as the scale is concerned. So this is the week this month that I get to lose weight. Yippee! I’m down five pounds.
I’m happy because this week was a little screwy. We had the carpets professionally cleaned on Thursday, so I had nowhere to do my Pilates and the treadmill was up on plastic blocks, so I couldn’t walk either. Well, I guess I could have left the house and walked, but I just only thought of that now as I was typing because the obvious sometimes escapes me. Also, me, leave the house? I’d have to give up my official “Hermits of America” card.
Then yesterday, I drove to Kokomo (Indiana, not the one in the Beach Boys song) to see my friend present at a women’s studies conference. I was invited to their official luncheon and was reminded of why everyone in America is so fat. There wasn’t a very good food selection and I basically had to go with the carbilicious ziti if I wanted to eat anything substantial besides the side salad.
However, I tried not to freak out about it because I hate picky eaters and would loathe to become one. I also don’t want to be someone who feels guilty whenever they eat something that tastes good. There’s got to be some middle ground here. I did indulge in the scrumptious frosted brownie that was served at everyone’s plate since I figured this counted as a special occasion. I was in a different city and everything! I even took the day off for work, so it’s practically a vacation!
The one thing I was curious about was why some people ate their brownies and others didn’t. I wondered how gender might play into it since this was a women’s studies conference and it’s basically the law that you have to wonder how gender affects everything while you’re at one of these things. It borders on gender paranoia.
Were some of the women generally not hungry for dessert? Were they watching their weight? If they were males of the same size or level of fatness/fitness would they have eaten the brownie? Previously, I might have had some concern eating a big old brownie in front of a group of strangers because I wouldn’t want to fulfill the stereotype of the fat girl with a bottomless stomach. However, I feel so much more comfortable with myself lately that I honestly didn’t give a shit what they thought and just enjoyed the damn thing. It was delicious.