I like food. I believe in everything in moderation – including moderation. My mom had been subjected to diets from her teenage years and didn’t want me to experience the same. I had a speedy metabolism when I was little so this wasn’t really a problem. I ate and ate and ate and my grandma would still question if my mom was feeding me enough. Of course as I grew older, my mom warned that I would wish for that metabolism back someday.
always usually are, mom was right and after I hit that magic 30 year mark a little while back, my metabolism has definitely slowed down. I am adjusting to this new eating plan and trying to shed a few stubborn pounds before the holiday season sets in with all the food based get-togethers.
Some friends were in town last week and we met for dinner at the local Cheesecake Factory. The portions are huge so I separated my plate into dinner and leftovers right when it arrived at the table. But when the waiter asked if I wanted dessert, I couldn’t resist ordering one to go. I don’t think anyone can resist Adam’s Peanut Butter Cup Fudge Ripple.
I got home and started catching up on the day’s blogs when the cheesecake started calling to me from the refrigerator. I knew what I was supposed to do. I had adjusted the portion size of my dinner just a few hours before.
Sometimes you just need a few friends to keep you accountable…
… even when you don’t want to hear it.