Saturday, October 24, 2009
No fries, no burgers, no fish fillets . . . everything that I have put in my mouth for the last four days required me to either take out a pot, pan, or my keys to drive to a restaurant. Even then, I actually had to walk inside of the establishment to place an order.
Eating better has caused me to feel better in just four days. Also, I'm realizing that I really like food. You might assume that someone who needs to lose half of her body weight would already know that, but I didn't. I knew that I liked eating in large amounts, but I didn't know that I liked eating good quality, good for me fare.
Really, the last few days have brought me Ratatouille fireworks experiences. Remember that scene in The Matrix where the woman eats that err-- breathtaking slice of pie? These few days have brought me meals nearly as good. Tasting the fresh foods and better ingredients was like a Maxwell concert in my mouth.
If you don't know, Maxwell sings "Pretty Wings"-- a recent Billboard favorite. His concerts are like getting tied down and then being kissed in all of the right places: You're not going anywhere soon, and you don't want to either.
Maybe food shouldn't be so delightful to me, but good food is. My eyes start aiming to they sky, my shoulders lift, and I even start to hum.
What's so wrong about finding joy in a gelatin or pleasure in a parfait (so long as it's healthy)? Can that be so bad?
Here's to finding out.