Good golly I love food!
I used to be a really picky eater, once upon a time. Now, though I really have a hard time dealing with picky eaters, I sort of envy them in a way. I was SO MUCH THINNER when I was picky! Even as an adult, when I expanded my palate by leaps and bounds but could not cook, I was so much thinner than I am now. (Okay, so the whole 'three pregnancies thing' could also have some bearing on this but it's just more fun to blame my kids for the shoes in the floor or the mysterious melted chocolate that was found inside the door handle of the Saturn!) I would sometimes eat McDonalds for two of my three meals a day and I was way thinner than I am right now.
Sad, I know.
Now that I can cook, I have found ways to make foods I never cared for taste good to me. And, of all the things in my life that I feel like I'm never going to finish (laundry, dishes, cleaning, etc.) I can, without a doubt, finish a meal. The one thing that will always be cleaned is MY PLATE. And you can take that to the bank!
We went shopping for Easter dresses today. (Not for me, but for the girls) Every time I passed a mirror (and I always seem to notice so many more of them when I'm unhappy with my appearance!) I would cringe. My tight pants are no longer a fashion statement. They are tight-fitting partly out of necessity, party due to my stubbornness. I flat refuse to buy a pair of jeans in a larger size! It might be tough to breathe sometimes....and the world gets to see more of my 'muffin top' than I ever thought I'd share, but it is what it is.
13YO had a slumber party last night. We survived. David maybe spent 5 minutes in the living room from the time he got home to the time he threw a couple of pizza slices on a plate and ran back to the bedroom to hide from all the estrogen. Five giggly 12 and 13-year-olds all playing with each other's cell phones and playing Mario Kart on the Wii. I actually had a really good time, believe it or not! It was really very cool to watch these girls sit around and talk. I found myself wanting to just sit near them and absorb some of that innocence and those carefree outlooks they all seem to have. It also helps that THEY. ARE. FUNNY. Seriously, the things they think about and say are just hysterical.
Though you couldn't pay me enough to go back to my middle school years, they don't seem as miserable as I remember being. They seem to be doing it better, if that makes any sense. Perhaps they are better at being a 'tweenager' than I ever was. And all we can hope is for our daughters to be more successful in whatever they do than we were.
Well, staying up late and our shopping trip today have worn me out. It's time for me to get to bed. It's not like I can do anything else anyway...since I'm NEVER EATING AGAIN and all! I did break down and buy myself a new pair of pants for Easter. After all, I'm bringing COOKIES to the dinner, NOT MUFFINS!!!