Monday, August 6, 2012

Scary Story

OMG  I thought I was eating cooked ladybugs! That would be the worst thing, and not because of the taste. They are my sweet little garden helpers. Jeez, I was wolfing down some steamed swiss chard and purselane, with tuna and diet dressing on top, feeling so dietishly virtuous, and glanced down, noticing some little red flecks. OMG I almost spit! Abby was right there, waiting for a crumb to drop. Ah it was pimientos from the sweet pickles, NOT ladybugs. I am not really a Jainist, and would eat a crunchy bug, especially after dieting for several days, but not my sweety pies.

I am meeting a bunch of gals I worked with 32 years ago. I have only stayed in touch with one, by best friend Joan, and probably don't even remember let alone recognize the others. So why do I even care if I am a little bit softer and fuller than I used to be? I have a phobia of appearing fat. It is true. I have the cognitive distortion, the secretive eating thing, the trick with the scale thing... it is a sad story. Almost as scary as eating a ladybug.

1 comment:

  1. Thank goodness you didn't eat any lady bugs!

    You are way too hard on yourself! Nobody you are meeting with looks the way they looked in their 20s, and if they did, that would be a real scary story. Give yourself some credit!