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.