So, when the confinement began, I tallied up our food and realized that my desire to limit my carbs didn’t match up with my available food. The highly successful diet got me five pounds away from my goal weight, but it was just too inconvenient, and frankly, I was ready for a break. I took a break at Christmas, gained seven pounds and lost seven pounds in three weeks.
So, like Christmas, I committed to eating carbs - not late at night, not solid sugar, just things like popcorn and pasta and bread. That was last month. This month I became determined to pack in all the foods I missed at Christmas, sugary or not. I had Oreos and Pepperidge Farm cookies. Pancakes for breakfast. Ice cream. Stress makes your metabolism go up ten percent, right?
The sugary foods I’m eating bring me no satisfaction. I eat sugar and it does not fill a need.
But then, last Monday, I ate the thing I have been missing. The food to end all foods. The thing that completes me.
We had just finished getting Gary’s tests, and I had been craving hush puppies for the first time in what seems like twenty years, and I sinned, I sinned. I went through a drive-through, open no doubt because it was the first day Missouri was back to work. I did wrap a Lysol wipe around the cash I handed the guy. I washed my hands after; I hope he washed his hands. And then I got home and ate a hush puppy. It was crispy and tender and creamy and I was made whole.
I bought 12 days worth of hush puppies. I won’t need any sugar.