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Robert was an absolute doll today, and searched through my house collecting all things Christmas, stored them in my giant storage bin for them, and put it back in the closet. He wheeled my trash can around back, and then laid out all of my (month’s worth of) food on the table so that I could devise my menu for the next couple of days. Sweet, sweet man.
During lunchtime, I ran to the grocery store to pick up some fruits, vegetables, a half gallon of milk, and a loaf of bread. Back at the house, Robert cleaned and bagged grapes for me, washed and stored the lettuce, and cut up cucumbers and green pepper for me. This will be a great help as I prepare my salad each day. I so appreciate him.
We had lunch. We both had a salad. I had Vegetarian Sloppy Joes. Yum.
I love Dear Prudence from slate.com. I love her wit, in an upper-class voice, and use of language. Here’s one from this week:
Dear Prudence,
I’m a 25-year-old African-American female, 5 feet 7 inches and 200 pounds. I used to weigh 130 pounds and had no rear end and small breasts. I really like these extra pounds, and they are in the right places. What bothers me is certain family members (oldest sister, aunts, uncles) have taken it upon themselves to remind me of how “big I am getting.” These comments are always made in front of others, and it is starting to upset me. It’s getting to the point where I want to scream obscenities at these people. (Even though it’s not in my character to swear!) These comments make me feel sad and fat. I am normally an independent, high-self-esteem person—until these dreaded remarks are made. What helps me get through these times are my fiance, my mom, and my other sister telling me that they like the way my body looks. Mom even says that she felt I needed these extra pounds. Do you have an answer for these people when they tell me I am getting fat?
—Increasingly Annoyed
Dear Inc,
Prudie suggests that you—or your mom or “the good sister”—tell the oldest sister, aunts, and uncles that you were made aware of their opinion the first time you heard it. Then tell them that each additional time makes you feel worse, and you are wondering why they would want to make you feel this way. Perhaps throw in that YOU are very happy with your figure. This is just a guess, but could the oldest sister and the aunts and uncles be busybodies (and thin ones, at that) with no judgment?
—Prudie, straightforwardly
I had the Mushroom Risotto entree for dinner tonight. Yum. Yum. Yum. I will be ordering several of those next month.
Class was very interesting tonight. I like the way Dr. Swarts used his notes to mediate the pedagogy. 🙂 Good stuff. I think I talked just a little too much in there tonight. I also think, in general in my classes, I tend to talk without raising my hand, which I’m not sure is a good thing. I guess being out of school for 24 years and in book clubs for several years now, I’ve gotten in the habit of just sharing a thought when I have one. I’ll have to check that.
After class, I met Steve at Carmichael, and we did 30 minutes on the elliptical machines, and then walked 7 laps on the indoor track.
Once home, I had my day’s “dessert,” which was a bag of Sour Cream and Onion Soy Chips. Not bad. I didn’t get 64 ounces of water in today, and I’m not going to. I had a diet coke with my chips. I need to start drinking water earlier in the day. I didn’t have my first 20 ounces until noon today.