Eating Jam out of the Jar
I've never stolen packets of jam or jelly from a restaurant and then hidden to eat to contents like Jennette Fulda a.k.a. PastaQueen admitted in her book Half-Assed, a Weight Loss Memoir. I have, however, been known to stand in my kitchen and eat jam right out of the jar. That said, I know I have a long way to go before conquering my food addictions—and this week is Thanksgiving. Thursday will be an excuse for me to eat far more than what I need to keep myself alive.
Although I'm getting better at turning down food when I'm not really hungry, I am still tempted by a table full of delicious food. One fortunate thing since I had the gallbladder surgery is that I can't eat a lot without getting sick. So that helps me keep some of my appetite under control. But I really need to have a plan. Just like I need to have a plan to get through life—I need one for making it past the buffet table. Anyway, I'll be working on that for the next couple of days.
I had the oddest dream over the weekend. I was trying to call 911 and couldn't. I kept pressing the wrong numbers. But then I was finally able to call only to be greeted by a recording—"All 911 operators are currently busy." Seriously. I can't even get help in my dreams.
So that's it until later. . .have a wonderful day.
