Reflections

I had an open house yesterday featuring this cool coffee machine I have, the Tassimo.

In addition to offering a fine selection of gourmet coffee drinks that put Starbucks to shame, I set up a chocolate fountain and served biscotti, wafer cookies, marshmallows and strawberries. Some of my guests brought sweet treats, including this incredible berry cobbler made with Splenda.

By 2 p.m. when all my guests had left, I had consumed nothing but carbs all day long. I felt horrible. I felt fat. I felt like my body was going to convulse from lack of proper nutrition. Really. Blech. All I wanted was to gnaw on a slab of steak.

After laying on the couch for 30 minutes, wallowing in my misery, I got up to go to the bathroom. I had fully expected to see my fat-faced self in the mirror after all the crap I had consumed. I was surprised--shocked, really--to see my present-day self instead. I almost jumped at the sight of my thinner face.

Funny reaction. I've really gotten used to how I look now and it's easy for me see the before and after in my face. This was the first time in a long time that my perception didn't line up with reality. And funny how it happened after I ate in ways (not quantities, though) more reminiscent of my former self.

It was enough to scare me back to reality. And steak for dinner.