Maybe it's because I'm in my second trimester of pregnancy... or maybe it's because she's my mum and that's what moms do... whatever the real reason, I looked at her plate, still mostly full from the double-layer of Chinese food she'd mounded on it at the local buffet place (two eggrolls, two terryaki chicken strips, two of this, two of that)... and I was amazed at the standards to which Americans stuff their gobs.
Both my husband and my mum LOVE Chinese food. I like it, just not as much as they do, plus being pregnant kinda changes your appreciation (and tolerance) of a lot of things. But I suggested Chinese as the only time they get it is when the three of us go together and that's not very often. Anyway, I had a plateful of food (single layer, thank you very much), taking a tiny bit of this and that, plus a little bit of salad (I can't get enough salad, even at a Chinese Buffet restaurant, hehe). When I was done, I did have quite a bit left-over on my plate, but there was a definite difference from when I started! I wasn't going to force myself to clean my plate if my stomach didn't have the room for it all.
So then out comes the above comment from my mom that just kinda boggled my brain. I'm not perfect. Don't let me sound like I am, that I eat only single portion sizes and measure everything, never once letting junk food pass my lips. *laugh* I have my favorites that I chow down on and I DO eat junk food... but overall I'm a fairly healthy eater. Looking around the restaurant tables showed me dozens of others with full plates who may have even said the same thing as my mom. So how did we as Americans get to this point? Most of us are "the other kind" of "healthy eater," being very overweight and not finding anything wrong with how many of us have heart issues or diabetes.
Without going on further, let me just say it staggers my mind. Still now, almost 9 hours later, obvious by the fact I turned on my computer just to write about it, it's floating around in my head.
Let's end this with a few good notes. Last week, I had my first second-trimester ultrasound. *sing song* Do you see what I seeee....?
Squidge LOOKS like a baby! Hubby and I keep being giddy at each other by out-of-nowhere saying, "Squidge has a face!!" Each ultrasound is a hint MORE exciting than the previous and each time we're astounded, not believing that could be possible. :)Mother Nature celebrated Winter Solstice yesterday with a heck of a Nor'Easter, dropping a ton of snow on us. My husband, who temporarily is working night shift, came home this morning having to trudge thigh-deep through the snow to get up our road to get the snowblower. *chuckle* He had fun. No, really! He even snow-blowed me a big ol' heart shape in the back yard. (Do I have a sweet guy or what?!)
A crafter's life is a sad one. It's an addiction, really, one that usually only the spouses of said addicts want to cure. *giggle* Yah, I've got a new hobby. At least I think I do. I'm knitting! I finished an afghan for my husband a few weeks ago (and it's practically like a child's "Wooby" -- he uses it ALL THE TIME -- yay!!) and last night I made my first hat!
It's a little too big on me. As soon as I proudly showed off my handiwork to my hubby, though, it found its new home. :) He wore it to town today and I felt all wonderful both at how much he loves it and the compliments my mom gave it! Plus, at the store, he picked out another yarn color for me to knit him a second one. ;)
I hope whatever you do or don't celebrate, everyone has a wonderful and safe end of December. Remember to carry your holiday spirit throughout the whole of the next year. Being nice and having fun shouldn't be limited to one day of the year. It certainly isn't in this house and I hope it's not in yours. So smile -- or I'll throw a snowball atcha!! ;)
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