I don't stop eating when I'm full. The meal isn't over when I'm full. It's over when I hate myself - Louis C. K.
I had breakfast with my favorite friend today.
We had just dropped off our 19 year old boys at the airport. They each had one backpack, a ball cap, and wanderlust. It has been a pleasure to watch them grow up together.
Back at our breakfast establishment, the day was heating to an uncomfortable 110 of Memphis degrees. We piled into a small booth with the rest of our family members. It only took about 60 seconds before our booth, surrounded by windows, became a humid terrarium. Sweating and struggling to breathe the heavy air, I ordered a hot coffee and a big breakfast smothered in gravy.
My friend and I began catching up on information.
"I stopped running. Did I tell you?"
I was shocked. She has been running almost as long as I have known her.
"I was running the other day and I said to myself, 'you are a grown ass woman...why are you doing this?' and then I stopped running, turned around and went home."
She did a freakin Forest Gump. She was running. She stopped. Went home. and she has not run since...
There are a few things I do that are becoming as hazardous as running in 115*, humidity soaked weather. Eating until I want to die is one of them.
Can I be like my friend? just stop? just don't!
My friend gives me quotes every time I talk to her. Some are smart words to chew on...NO! no more chewing!...some are smart words to encourage change and some are words to make me laugh.
After our breakfast order not coming out quite like we ordered, I said, "well, you don't come to Perkins for..."
My friend blurted, "EASTER!"
what the what?
Laughter is very valuable to me.
(Photo: my oldest sister looking like she is about to vomit her first cake)
Addendum to original post: my mom said that my sister took a bite of her cake and the tornado sirens went off! Priceless expression.