Oy vey.
I am 50 years old. I am a fat mama. Not a "phat" mama as they used to say--did anyone ever say those two words together? Did I just say something wrong? So uncool!
I am the heaviest weight I have ever been in my half century on earth. Fear keeps me frozen and fat...fear of failing. Silly, I know.
Now, the specter of heart disease looms large for my husband and I ignored our health.
So, what have I been thinking about???
Many things...changing to a healthy lifestyle...needed change, especially in eating habits.
I came home from work and sat on Keshia's bed (youngest daughter who lives with us) and had one of those sweet (and calorie-free!) mother-daughter talks.
Keshia had ordered a small pizza for lunch. She let me have the last two pieces. I commented that I am not supposed to eat this any more.
No more pizza. No more fried chicken. No more junk food.
My feast of 50 years is falling apart....but so am I!!
The funny thing was I shared the new things we need to eat with Keshia:
nuts..but I like those!
fruits and vegetables..but I like them!
fish three times a week...but I like that, too!
Not so bad! I like the new foods and they are good for me!
Now to convince Hubby who would not let me buy low-sodium ketchup today (we probably shouldn't be ingesting ketchup, either!)
On our drive to the grocery store, we were talking about an unrelated problem Tim is dealing with ... I said, "Well, you can't worry about that. You have bigger fish to fry.....Correction: you have bigger to fish to sautee!"
Flip that fish out of the frying pan, honey!
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