How was supper?
This was me at supper.
I had made stew in the crock pot. When I got home, I was ravenous. Bowls could not hit the table fast enough. I did everything the diet books say not to. I horked. The stew was volcanic. I did not care. I am not sure I tasted any part of it. I was starving. It was so hot you had to chew fast and swallow before it singed your mouth.
It was a feeding frenzy.
It was not pretty.
My family was scared.
But, it was within points, within calories and it quieted the beast in my belleh!
Now, in retrospect, I wish I had calmly placed the stew in a bowl, let it cool while I filled a glass of water, enjoyed the aroma and taste as I chewed each bite 26 times. I wish I had done that. I wish it had actually touched my tongue. If I had done that, I might have an actual memory of the meal.