I love toasted
walnuts. By themselves. Almost as
much as I used to enjoy fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. I’m supposed to
limit myself to 1 oz of nuts a day. I was fine by this rule until I
discovered toasted walnuts.
I am wardrobe challenged. When I dropped from size 18 to
size 16, I found I had plenty of clothes in storage that fit me. When I dropped
from 16 to 14, I had a few things, but I had to go shopping. I invested in a select
number of regular retail items and hit the thrift stores for the other stuff.
At the same time, people started giving me clothes because it was so obvious I
needed them.
Now, I have dropped to a size 12. I never would have guessed
this would happen. I assumed size 14 was the slimmest I would ever be as an
almost-middle-aged, post-child-bearing woman. I was wrong.
I am struggling to stick to the Eat To Live plan. Chilly weather seems to heighten my desire for
food—especially those cozy carbs. I guess maybe my mother is right: I should
hang onto my size 14s.