Saturday, April 14, 2007
Coffee and Donuts~
I got two nice responses from friends to my post on "Renewing My Vows" where I rededicate myself to my former New Years Resolution, now known as Spring Rebirth Wish.
I was/am planning to step back onto the treadmill and "watch" what I eat. The old exercise more/eat less theme.
The first response was from a woman, Frances, who said in the very first line, "I empathize with this . . .." She used the word feelings-- twice.
Frances understood. I sighed with pleasure.
The other was from Gary, a guy I respect, admire, and happen to like a lot. And while I'm absolutely positive he doesn't live on Mars, he had either just returned from a party with the guys, or his inherent Mars genetic traits resurfaced at the chance to give advice. He is, after all, a man, God love him. He had just the fix I need; he just knew it.
His response was funny, lots of humor. It made me laugh. I sighed with pleasure.
Gary started with advice: one rule, and two exceptions.
And I thought, I can do this. It's so simple, really. Eat nothing white.
And then I got a strong desire to plunge my hand into the box of Frosted Flakes, and grab a fistful to eat dry, like peanuts. Technically, they're brown, despite their refined white beginning.
What Gary doesn't know is that I have this thing about rules hidden inside me like a flaw in a diamond. I'm not good at rules. My first thought is often, that's a stupid rule; who made that one up? My second thought is always, how can I break this one, or skirt it at least?
With my "girl-next-door, everybody's sister" demeanor, I've managed to break many, and get away with it-- for the most part.
My husband is most annoyed with my proclivity to "write my own rules," as he calls it. He especially hates when I call one of football's many rules "stupid." And I hate it when he tries to explain why it isn't stupid. But this is for another post.
The day after reading Gary's Rules, I came down for breakfast, hungry, and saw the box of donuts, brown ones, on the counter. How bad could it be if I ate the brown glazed crust and left the white centers? (Yes, I know the brown crust counts as white, Gary, and I know why, but . . . stupid rule, who thought that one up?)
So I picked off the crust and ate it, along with black coffee. On my behalf, I only ate from half a donut, and then went on to have a very dark breakfast, per Gary's rules.
Also on my behalf, I already eat most of the foods on Gary's list. So might my problem be that I don't follow the rules precisely? Any advice, Gary? Now what?