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So I tried to cheat today. Twice.
The first time I went to Culvers and wanted to get a sundae. I ordered it, paid for it, got it. Took one bite out of it as I pulled out of the drivethrough (I know no one is going to believe this) a huge gust of wind came up, from the other side of the car (all my windows were open), it slllowwwwllly went under my beautiful, lucious sundae and it FLEW OUT THE WINDOW!!! OMG!!! I couldn't believe it. I stopped the car. For a moment I thought, "I'll go back and get another one." Then, the embarrassment AND THE SHEER LUDICRIOUS REALITY hit me. I drove away thinking that not only that it wasn't meant to be but that it ws one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me. I swore that I would not speak of this again!!
So then I go to dinner with my whole fam damily. I ate a good steak and a salad, go home. Everyone goes to bed. Thought about joining my brother for a drink (he's a bartender at a popular bar in town).
Then I thought, you know what I really want? CUPCAKES!! I don't know if I've ever mentioned before, but I have this thing about buttercreme frosting. I'm telling you, I could eat it on anything (oh yes, even THAT - ESPECIALLY THAT...MOSTLY ON THAT....but I digress). It's okay on cake, too. ANYWAY - so I sneak out of the house and go to the grocery store.
I get the cupcakes and go to the check-out. The little girl (I swear she was about 15) smiles at me (I'm sure she's thinking, "wow, this lady DOES NOT NEED THESE"). But they don't ring up - there is no price on them. So the check-out girl calls another little girl and she goes to look and is gone for like forever. So I go find her, show her where they are. Sure enough, no price anywhere to be found. So we go back to the check-out and they call the assistant manager over who is, like, way older than them - about 12 years old (I'm wondering, where did all the adults go?).
In the meantime, I'm looking around at the other people who are at the store at 10pm on a Saturday night. I suddenly realized that I'm surrounded by a lot of obese people. I start watching them and I think..."is this the life I want? Do I want to continue to spend Saturday night at home, alone? Do I want to sneak food? Do I have to shop late because I'm ashamed of what I'm buying?" I watch a small groups of overweight college students, seeking support from their like-minded heavy friends, buying Hostess cupcakes, two bottles of whipped creme and a gallon of ice cream (this is their Saturday night out?). And a very large single man, not more than 30 years old with four frozen pizzas and two giant Hershey bars (dinner? I wonder). Then there is the 20 something couple with mostly frozen foods and boxed pasta and she's saying to him, "Do we want any vegetables?" He says, "No, we never eat them and they just go bad." She laughs nervously and says, "Still, I feel like I'm disappointing my mom."
And, as the cute little assistant manager is trying to figure out what to do, I turn to him and smile and say, "You know what, forget it. I really don't need them." He blushes and apologized profusely. I touch his arm and say, "No really. I'm not upset. In fact, I want to sincerely thank you. You have no idea what a favor you did for me tonight." And I walk out of the store.
Now I sit here munching on a favorite indulgence - olives - and realizing that someone out there is really looking out for me. I am truly thankful for the way the day went!!! I feel like I just had my eyes truly opened!!
I hope everyone is having a wonderful and blessed weekend!!! I know that I am!
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