This morning I weighed 269 pounds. that down 5 pounds since January 1st. slow and steady wins the race, right?
I've been thinking a lot lately about how i not only equate food to love but in my weird and screwed up world, food = a good time. i cannot fathom what it would be like to spend time with friends and family without food. there has got to be a pizza at the end of the road. appetizers are breaking the ice. the main is the feature presentation where life is dissected piece by piece. dessert is slowly saying goodbye.
love and laughter come with a side of fries and break ups and heartache are liver and onions.
how did i get to be so weird?
1 comments:
that's how things are with our family too. A good sale for my mom = pizza for dinner. 'good' food = good times. AND there's always candy or nuts when chatting, a cookie with tea, etc. We're a product of the environments we're raised in. Doesn't mean we were raised wrong, we just have to adapt it to work for us.
Congrats on the loss, btw :)
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