I really don’t hate skinny people, but I will admit to being envious of those who can eat pretty much whatever they want and never have to worry about gaining weight. Something about that just doesn’t seem fair. Especially to those of us that love food.
My son and granddaughter came here about a year ago, and although they’ve long since gotten a place to call their own, my eating habits haven’t changed. When you have people actually expecting “real meals”, you cook — and I’m here to tell you… you can’t eat “real meals” PLUS participate in late night fast food runs, do zero exercise and not get fat. Unless you’re a hated skinny person. So after adding about 25 pounds over the past 12 months, the dreaded diet started today. I started blabbing about it last Friday — letting everyone know that, “starting on Monday, the diet is ON.”
So around 2:30 this afternoon, I hear Perry rummaging around in the kitchen while I’m deep in a design project. About 20 minutes later he carries in this heaping plate for me to eat for lunch. Deep fried fish sticks and Tator Tots. Just one more reason to hate skinny people. The little dude below is on the top of my list…
