The tubby tummy is happy yet the mind says eat a snack. Deciding to be conscious of the food I do intake, I ate a very tiny slice of coffee cake. But then I went back a time or two or three or four and ate and ate a row or more. Oh drat, oh darn how can it be that my waistline grows and shows like a snowball down a hill?
The more I think of food and drink the more my mouth does water. And water does not quench the thirst for comfort in my mouth. So I get busy with something else I do enjoy. But then I find I’m baking, all the more for the taking!
So all that’s left is to go for a timely outside walk. One foot two foot, right left right. Plodding first, then stepping light, as I watch birds in flight and see the leaves dance in the trees. Of course all though, when I return, the thought of food again on my mind does burn. But the craving is lessened and lessons learned, get out of the house when the stomach yearns.
Purple Pennies 