Here were the exceptions: bacon during one breakfast, an orgasmic slice of banana butterscotch cream pie at Mission Beach Cafe, and two slices of birthday cake–not my own birthday, otherwise I would’ve had more than two. That’s pretty good over a 14 day period.
As a result of staving off crap, I’ve lost four pounds. That’s close to five percent of my body weight. Yet no one noticed.
I whined to Dean, “Why is it that a 200 pound person can lose 10 pounds and everyone will notice, but I will lose that same percentage weight and no one says a damn thing.”
“It’s like getting straight As. If you always get straight As, no one’s going to notice that you got another A. If you’ve always been skinny, why would anyone say anything?”
The fact is, I haven’t always been skinny. And the skinny is, I’m on the brink of weighing what I weighed when I posed for my driver’s license in 1992.
Because you mentioned the Mission Beach Cafe I went to the website and the pastry chef is a friend I used to work at Merrill Lynch with and had lost track of. You made my day. Thanks Vixen.
Affinity, go now! Mission Beach is my fave.