It sounds like a profanity. Asparagus…
“Asparagus!” she cried, as she watched the jar of pickles smash to the floor, soaking her new pair of Jimmy Choos.
I’ve never liked it. Never.
Tonight, I had asparagus and I actually enjoyed it. One of those weird things. Someone invites you over for dinner, tells you what will be served, and you cringe, thinking “how am I going to choke that down?” Then, the thing you’ve been dreading turns into something wonderful.
Asparagus, olive oil, salt (and pepper?) seared in a pan. It was incredibly good. The surprise upon tasting the goodness of the asparagus, combined with the warmth of good conversation and the comfort of being welcomed in the home of a good friend, topped off with Flight of the Conchords… it was a good night. I feel happy.
Most of the people who know me know that I’m a Weight Watcher. A few years ago I joined up, after a year and a half I hit goal, and have pretty much stayed there. For the past year though, it’s been hard to go to the meetings (what with the job & all), so I had stopped going. Well, a few months ago, I started to go off the wagon. Just little things at first. A whole candy bar here… a double cheeseburger there. Not a big deal, because as long as it’s in limited quantity, I eat anything I want. That’s what’s so great about Weight Watchers.
The tipping point, though… it happened two weeks ago. I bought a Costco-sized bag of peanut M&M’s… and I ate almost the entire thing myself. No, I’m not exaggerating. That’s how I knew it was time to go back.
This morning I weighed in—4.4 pounds less than last week. It felt good. (Now, if I can just get back to the point where I fit in all of my pants…)
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