Distractions

No pictures tonight.  All my effort went into The Photography Experiment so you'll just have to settle with words.  Use your imagination.  It'll be good for you for a couple of short minutes.  

It's finally the end of the week.  A very, very long week.  I made sure it finished with a bang.  I had lunch with TG- hadn't really seen her since June.  She was on both Guatemala trips with James and me.  Seeing her was a great was to take my mind off everything.  She told me about an unbelievable sale that the Liz Claiborne shoe store was having - another great way to take my mind off things.  James went with me after dinner tonight to run errands and was so absolutely precious.  He went around the store helping me find shoes and purses.  One lady told me "he was too cute" as if I didn't already know that.

As we were driving home, I was thinking about how sad the blog sounded last night and then about the story I told a few work friends yesterday afternoon to lighten the mood.  One of the ladies has worked really hard and lost a lot of weight.  I am really impressed and proud of her.  

As we talked yesterday the discussion turned to losing weight and my lack of success so I relayed how a recent doctor's visit went.  My doctor mentioned to me that studies have proven the only true correlation to long life is being skinny.  I asked him if he knew what a 90-year-old actually looked like (and usually felt like).  I am not so sure that I aspire to that, especially if it means starving myself.  I've seen those people on TV who live on 1,000 calories a day in the hopes of living to 100.  

(You know what I'm thinking.  I'd do that then get hit by that proverbial bus....all those sweet potato casseroles missed for nothing.  I digress.)   

Well, my doctor is a persistent guy so he kept it up.  At our age...now I'm really not at an age where's it appropriate to refer to my "age" that way - it gets very offended....it's all about portion control.  I protested, "My portions are very nicely sized.  I take very small portions. I just like lots of them because there are so many things I like."  He seemed a little disappointed at that point.  

Unfortunately, he anticipated my next line of offense when I started talking about exercise he offered that professional weightlifters could WORK HARD for a year to put on 5 pounds of muscle.  So, I guess I needn't mention my theory of working out causing my fat to turn to muscle and weigh more....ok, probably not.

I'm not sure we ever really got on the same page.  I think it broke down somewhere around not having the same long term goal, but at least he cares.  Maybe I'll bring him sweet potato casserole back from Thanksgiving.