Gemstone
Here for the Journey
The weightloss was going along quite nicely, the food satisfying and the hunger pangs non-existant. All was well on Planet Gemstone and the sun was shining. To be honest I was getting a little smug. Although the weight was not exactly droppng off it was fairly steady and all without letting on to anyone what I was up to.
Then it happened! The phone call started quite innocently with a discussion about old family gatherings and then the invite for THREE WHOLE DAYS in the tender loving care of Aunty Edith.
Now let's get this straight right at the beginning. Aunty Edith was the cheek pincher of my childhood and liked nothing better than a nice chubby cheek to pinch. Apple faced and rotund, she produced wonderful things from her old fashioned kitchen and expected it to be eaten - every crumb! As I was fed fit to bust she would utter phrases such as "Nothing wrong with a bit of puppy fat Dear".
Then later, in my teens, when I proudly paraded my new ideal weight and shape at a family gathering Aunty Edith tut-tutted at me and said, "I can see someone needs feeding up this weekend, you're looking far too skinny Gemma dear". She fussed around me all weekend as though it was her life's work was to turn me into Miss Piggy.
That's not all. Aunty Edith makes country wine. No-one has ever known her secret, only that it tasted heavenly and kicked you in the pants like the devil on a mission.
Now another gathering loomed and I knew it would have a devastating effect on my weight!
As the car sped toward Aunty Edith's I knew it was going to be a difficult weekend. It didn't matter how big I got, Aunty Edith was convinced that I needed feeding and nothing in this world would change her mind.
As we walked up the path I told myself that this weekend would be different. This time I had a secret weapon. This time I would enjoy the weekend, have fun and be happy to be in the company of those I loved - and the weight? Well, what harm can one weekend do? I can go with the flow and think about that tomorrow....and the next day....and the day after that......
© July 2008
Then it happened! The phone call started quite innocently with a discussion about old family gatherings and then the invite for THREE WHOLE DAYS in the tender loving care of Aunty Edith.
Now let's get this straight right at the beginning. Aunty Edith was the cheek pincher of my childhood and liked nothing better than a nice chubby cheek to pinch. Apple faced and rotund, she produced wonderful things from her old fashioned kitchen and expected it to be eaten - every crumb! As I was fed fit to bust she would utter phrases such as "Nothing wrong with a bit of puppy fat Dear".
Then later, in my teens, when I proudly paraded my new ideal weight and shape at a family gathering Aunty Edith tut-tutted at me and said, "I can see someone needs feeding up this weekend, you're looking far too skinny Gemma dear". She fussed around me all weekend as though it was her life's work was to turn me into Miss Piggy.
That's not all. Aunty Edith makes country wine. No-one has ever known her secret, only that it tasted heavenly and kicked you in the pants like the devil on a mission.
Now another gathering loomed and I knew it would have a devastating effect on my weight!
As the car sped toward Aunty Edith's I knew it was going to be a difficult weekend. It didn't matter how big I got, Aunty Edith was convinced that I needed feeding and nothing in this world would change her mind.
As we walked up the path I told myself that this weekend would be different. This time I had a secret weapon. This time I would enjoy the weekend, have fun and be happy to be in the company of those I loved - and the weight? Well, what harm can one weekend do? I can go with the flow and think about that tomorrow....and the next day....and the day after that......
© July 2008
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