The woman showed me how tight her pants were on her. They were. Her hips and belly pulled at the pockets and the zipper. She was bulgy. They had fit her perfectly last fall, but over the winter, decreased activity while continuing the same eating habits lead to the inevitable.
And she was unhappy with herself.
"So what diet should I go on?" The church service was going to start soon so I really didn't have time to go into details. I said, "Eat less. Exercise more."
I don't think she was happy with that answer.
I think she wanted me to say "Oh the Atwell South Park Orange Soda Diet is the diet of diets! Follow it for one week, you'll lose thirty pounds, your skin will tighten, you'll lose all the age spots and wrinkles, and you'll have increased orgasms! Oh, and it makes a terrific center piece for your family Easter dinner table!"
Or something like that.
Eat less. We've had meals together and she piles her plate high, then goes for seconds. She's an energetic woman who does a lot, usually, so the extra plates full didn't really mount up on her until recently.
We had lunch that day. She filled her plate with salad -- good, and a slice of ham. Good. She finished that off and got up to get fruit and another slice of ham. Not so good. She finished that off and came back with a slice of cheesecake. A rather large slice. Then some more fruit, because it was sooo good.
Exercise more.
"Whoa, I'm tired. I'll probably nap today. Phew!" She had that comment to make following lunch.
I was surprised. With all the calories and sugar she just consumed, she should be a bundle of energy, ready to go scrub her house and the entire street that runs along in front of it.
I suggested we take a walk, but she was "too tired."
'k.
We'll do walkies at the mall when she goes to shop for the next size up in pants.
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