218 Small Mom

Good day yesterday until the very end. I walked to and from work--this is a good workout especially in the mornings because I always leave late and so have to walk as fast as I can.  Both my legs feel unusually tight though. I'll have to break down and actually do some stretching.  It was a long day. After work we took the green car down to SLC--with Catherine at BYU and my parents getting older, I am seeing a whole lot more of the freeway than I care too!  These cars have been a royal pain. I won't go into detail here. Basically we had three cars and only need two.  I just hope we got rid of the right one! All three have suddenly decided to have issues. I have romatic feelings about the days of horses--at least when they get old they reproduce!  Anyway, we took the car to Mom's. She's looking awfully small and thin. And I'm sure she wasn't always that short.  I'll be thankful when the chemo is over for her. On the whole she's been tolerating it well, but these last few rounds have been hard on her, and she was complaining that she can't get warm. It's just hard to see her that way. This is my indestructible German Mom!!  But she's cooking--and that's a good sign. Unfortunately what she had cooked was a streusel-topped pumpkin cake. Oh YUM. The topping involved nuts, sugar and heavy cream. I really couldn't get out of having one small piece (not that I wanted to get out of it). But it's the second small piece that I'm feeling a little guilty about. It's a miracle I didn't weigh 300 lbs in high school. I grew up on stuff like this. It was considered legitimate breakfast food! No wonder I was always hungry--very few fruits and veggies and I must have always been crashing from sugar highs. This also explains why "normal" food is so unsatisfying. I think my mind demands a certain (large) amount of fat, carbs and sugar before I feel as though I've eaten anything at all. Far from feeling sluggish and weighed down, I feel GREAT after a typical German meal of bread, butter, wurst, cheese and dessert. My only problem is that I don't have a farm to go to to work it off. Oh well, things are slowly changing. I read somewhere that "you crave what you know." Very true. I can honestly say that now my German meal would seem incomplete to me without a fruit or veggie to go with it.

 On the bright side last night, even though both me and Dave were tired and stressed and hungry--we didn't bolt to the nearest fat-laden restaraunt. We went home and had soup and sandwiches and then went to SLC.