from Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Someone once said that it is a shame that young people don't realise that their youth is their beauty. I know that's true, now that I can no longer be called a youth. My once slim figure is now quite pillowy. You sink into my hugs now. Try it you'll like it! Once, when one of my husband's aunts visited, I kept hunting her down and hugging her, because I loved the pillowy way she felt.
Years ago, I used to live on the border between Wellesley and Newton, Massachusetts. The Library in Wellesley was quite close, so I took the kids there often. A few doors down from the library was the White Mountain Creamery. They had wonderful hand-cranked style ice cream.
One day, at the library, I entered the ladies room and detected the lovely smell of fresh ice cream. At the sinks were two girls washing up before they left. I suspected that their visit to the library had been preceded by a visit to the White Mountain Creamery, and the ice cream was now swirling into the pipes below the toilets.
I had heard of Bulimia, the vomiting of food to maintain a slim figure. I pondered this, and decided it was a wonderful idea! My first try was the day after Valentines Day. I bought a big red heart box of candy at a discount price, because the hearts needed to go to make room for the stock the Easter candy. I mean, if you are planning to barf it up, why buy it at full price?
OK, I am in chocolate heaven while I eat a very unladylike quantity of the candy. I find a bathroom, enter a stall and stick my finger down my throat. Nothing happens! I try and try and I don't even come close to vomiting!
That was my first and last try at Bulimia. I'm what a failed Bulimic wannabe looks like. I hope I'm closer to "pleasingly plump" than "How the hell does a person get that FAT?". By the way I never gorged on candy again either. It is my proudest failure.
I have a theory that I must have gained an extraordinary control of my gag reflex from the times I spent having 24 hour "morning sickness" for four months with each of my pregnancies.
I also want to recommend The White Mountain Creamery's excellent ice cream. What you do with it once you leave the store is beyond their control.
