Okay, maybe Satan doesn't live in the Dollar Spot. Maybe he resides at buffets. Like a serpent telling you to eat an apple, but now it's things like deep-fried egg rolls.
As I've said, I have issues. I don't like my food to touch. I eat one thing at a time. (Yes, I am an adult.) I have texture problems with some things. (Has anyone else ever noticed tapioca pudding has little boogers in it?) Anyway, one day last week, my daughter and I were indulging ourselves at a Chinese Super Buffet AKA a Chinese trough. I'm watching people as they walk past with their plates. Most people have about six or seven different things on their plate. (These are the normal people who can stand to have their food touching.) Then you see the people who load their plate like my Uncle did as I was growing up. Just a giant pile of food all piled on top of each other into one disgusting looking heap. (I told you I have issues.)
I mean how lazy can you get? It's not enough that you can gorge yourself until you're about to explode, but you can't even get up off your butt to get another plate? Seriously!! Personally, I consider it exercise to get up and get a new plate. I generally have four things on each plate. That leaves at least 3/4 to an inch between foods. Okay, I may get up three times to refill, but at least I have the exercise of standing, picking up a new plate, lifting the plate while I add more weight to it, lugging it back to my table, then lifting each individual bite into my mouth. Whew!! What a workout! I broke into a sweat just writing it!
Obviously I have fallen off the weight loss wagon, but I do plan to get back on. I just decided logically, Christmas is not the time to try to lose weight, so I am putting it off until after Christmas. (She says as she stuffs another piece of fudge in her mouth.)
My mantra for the new year is "No Buffet Line In 2009!!" Wish me luck!
