Crazy Lady on Aisle 4
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Last night at the supermarket I was perusing the meat selections. As usual, my eating plan was on my mind as I was looking for lean cuts. An old Oprah Winfrey episode came to mind; the one when she had lost so much weight and came out onto the stage for her big "reveal" pulling a little wagon behind her with 50 pounds of fat (or however much she had lost). I thought of the 9 pounds I have lost since I began the eating plan. I started rearranging the meat, trying to come up with a combination that would equal 9 pounds. It wasn't that easy because I was consumed with getting the exact amount. I succeeded, however, and pleased with myself, stepped back to admire my little 9 pound pile, marveling at what a small mountain of meat it was and taking in the fact that it was now gone from my body. My contemplative reverie was broken by the butcher asking, rather quizzically, if there was something he could help me with. (Actually, I do need my garage cleaned out, but I don't think that's what he meant. ) "No thanks, I'm fine," I said, and hastily rearranged the meat back to its original configuration, grabbed a pack of chicken breasts and headed for the cashier.