Saturday, August 17, 2013
You remember the kind of envy Freud wrote about?
Well, not a problem for me. Really.
But food envy? Yes yes and yes.
This morning for breakfast I had my omelette -- changed up a bit with a small amount of peppered goat cheese instead of low fat feta and two big handfuls of arugula instead of spinach, but the basic half egg white and half fat reduced Omega whole egg, Pam spray, made in the microwave, grape tomatoes on the side. Black coffee. Total calories? Under 200. And it was delicious, satisfying, nutritious . . . yeah.
Until I watched my DH start in on his breakfast. Two whole eggs, lightly boiled. Two slices whole wheat toast, buttered. With grated cheese on the eggs. And two more slices whole wheat toast, buttered. With marmalade. Coffee with sugar . . . Total calories? Pretty close to what I'll eat all day. Within a couple hundred calories, anyhow. (He'll have a burger at the golf course, and maybe a steak for dinner, and . . . . like that.)
So: when DH sat down to eat, I politely excused myself and left the room. Without comment. Not his fault.
Devoted myself to removing my Revlon "Silver Screen" polish. That I've been wearing as a matte neutral on my toenails (with touch ups, of course . . . ) pretty much all summer.
Long soak in my bath tub.
Food envy? Every day. When I ate like DH, I weighed 230 pounds. He didn't. Maybe 182, tops (and he's over 6 feet tall). And now? He's even leaner: maybe 165. Really lean. Looks terrific. He can eat the way he eats. I can't.
Gotta get over it. Gotta live with it. Literally.
Haven't every really got used to it, however!!