I was talking to Weesa this afternoon. She and the Sullen Teenager just returned from a cruise to the Bahamas. I had to laugh when I asked her if she had fun. Her response: "As much fun as a 40-year-old and a 14-year-old can have."
They didn't like the food and ate at McDonald's at the airport as soon as they got back.
I don't remember ever being disappointed with the food on any vacation. Unless of course it was late arriving. Or there wasn't enough of it.
I'm just not that picky an eater. Maybe that's my problem.
I can ALWAYS find something to eat, whether on a cruise ship or one of those all-inclusive resorts. It may not be like Mama cooked it, or even like I would prepare it at home, but I certainly won't leave hungry.
I had a theory once that Mom must have made us clean our plates before we left the table. I thought that explained why I insisted on eating EVERYTHING on my plate (and anyone's nearby if he/she wasn't quick enough). I asked her about it one time, and she laughed.
"I had to push you away from the table from the time you could sit up."
My eldest brother called me a garbage disposal because I would go around the table eating anything anyone left. [I'm not sure garbage disposals had been invented yet, so I don't know where he got that term. But I knew it wasn't nice.] And I remember feeling compelled to do it! I distinctly remember the fear that I would not get my fair share. It's a wonder I'm not morbidly obese instead of just barely obese.
I was reading the literature on the Slim in 6 DVDs I received last week. So far that's about all the exercise I've gotten out of it. Not really. I've worked out to it twice. I watched the beginners' level DVD before I ever tried it out. I was thinking, "This is way too easy. I need to do the next level up." But I didn't, I started with the beginners' level, because I'm a rule follower.
Beginning with the beginning is the only reason I didn't wind up in ICU.
I was sore for days. And then I was gun-shy. I finally got up the nerve to work out to it again today. The lady on the DVD kept saying, "Hold those abs in tight!" I finally shouted at the television, "Lady, if I could hold my abs in tight, we wouldn't be HAVING this little party!"
Now where was I going with this?
Oh yeah ..... their literature.
I read somewhere in the brochure that you should only eat when hungry (duh), and you shouldn't stop eating when you were full. I got all excited at that point. Then the next sentence said you should stop eating when you were no longer hungry.
Now there's a concept.
Problem is, I don't think I've really ever been full. Not sure I've ever been hungry. I've spent most of my life making sure that neither one occurs.
I don't mind exercising, but damn I hate giving up food. Unfortunately, I have reached the age where I would have to exercise roughly 23 hours a day.
I wish I could give up food the way I gave up cigarettes. Cold turkey.
Or maybe if I could just be a little pickier.