Remember when margarine was better for you than butter? Remember when eggs held dangerous cholesterol levels and they suggested egg substitutes? Remember when coffee was bad for you, and then it wasn’t?
When my husband and I were first dating and going out to eat, he told me that he ate to live, he didn’t live to eat. I was foreign to that concept. I’m Italian. Flavor is all I know. I lived for flavors and how to make something even more flavorful the next time.
It’s my own fault that things went awry, and I got sick. I should’ve seen a dietician instead of doing this on my own. But, once the symptoms set in, I needed to look forward and do the right things to fix it.
Yesterday I posted a Wednesday Wisdom quote. Hmm, something seemed off about that idea . . . it wasn’t Wednesday! When I realized it, I was mortified that I got the days mixed up. Then I laughed. What a doof! (a word I usually reserve for the love of my life, ;-)).
After I laughed, I decided it was a nice message anyway, so I’m leaving it.