Em discovers the perfect food. (Gratuitous photo.)
I have lost 6 pounds in the last three days!
Yep, thanks to the stomach flu, which is a lot like the prep for a colonoscopy, except with vomiting thrown in for added fun. Wheee!
The whole family is down, first me, then Em, now The Mister. Em, because of her extreme youth, is all better. I am much better, and The Mister is on the downslide. Poor man.
The flu experience reminded me of something that happened in the Chicago airport last week. I was positioned before a food purveyor, perusing the possibilities, when some woman says, "Excuse me, i was here first! You skinny people think you are so much better than the rest of us."
I looked around, blinking, to see to whom this hostility was directed. It was me. (Or was it i?)
"Oh," i say, flustered, "i'm sorry. I was just looking, please go ahead."
I think she might have been chagrined to realize that i had not cut her off, that i was just pondering, but no apology was forthcoming.
And while i might occasionally think i am better than some people, i do not think i am better than everyone.
Whenever people tell me what i think, i know that they are really telling me what they think. I'm sorry she feels so badly about herself.