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Today, I had a "tasting memory." It reminded me of this post for 2015. I thought I would repost. My experience is still the same today.
You hear a lot about how certain songs or even smells can bring back certain memories. With the starting of school I am reminded of a memory that floods my mind based upon a certain taste...... In 1969, I was going to start first grade at the Southward Elementary School in Bowie, Texas. I was beyond excited. I had my Big Chief Tablet, big fat pencil, a box of Crayons that were flat on one side (does ANYONE remember those?) rounded scissors and of course my Family Affair lunch box. Several years ago, my husband bought me a Family Affair lunch box (complete with thermos) for Christmas. It was an "awwww" moment and scored many bonus points for him. Back to 1969. The week before school started I wanted to "practice" taking my lunch to school. So every day that week, I would take my packed Family Affair lunch box and go outside and sit on the curb at the end of the sidewalk. The treasures packed in this tin box might have varied from a ham sandwich to fried chicken. I'm not sure what all was in that lunch but one thing I am certain that was in my lunch was a baggie full of green grapes. Those grapes are my tasting memories. It doesn't apply to all grapes but every once in a while, I'll pick up a grape, pop it in my mouth and then be flooded with memories. I am taken back to 1969, sitting on the curb on Wilbarger Street. Makes me smile every time. I hope you have a sweet memory of your childhood. They taste so good
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This past week I was hanging out with my best friend from kindergarten. Time with her is always the best time.
We starting talking about diets. We talked about different diets and wishing that there were diets out there where you didn’t feel like you were starving. I tried to remind us that for 58 years old, we are not too shabby. (she recently lost 20 pounds and I have NOT idea where that weight came from because she has always been thin to me) While I am really starting to see that “almost” 60 year old spread, I basically have been the same size for a decade. We starting talking about the dreaded scale. “You know they say you should not weigh yourself every day, but I do” she proclaimed. “ME TOO” I exclaimed. “I actually weigh twice a day” she admitted. “ME TOO” I exclaimed. We laughed and laughed. We confessed that sometimes our “bedtime” weight would drive the decisions for the next day. And if we were down in numbers at bedtime, we were going to be so excited to weigh in the morning—believing that it would be even lower. Weigh-ins need to be before 8am and after 8pm—never in between. There are rules in the relationship with the bathroom scale. I told her a story about my gym where they really discouraged folks from being tied to the scale, tied to the number and that healthy/strong is the new skinny. One coach even took her bathroom scale out and smashed it with a sledge hammer which then became sort of trendy for other gym members. Not me. I do admit that I can go through spurts where I weight myself 2x daily and then may skip a few days. That feels like Russian roulette—because without me closing monitoring you never know what you will get when you decide to get back on.. While I usually do weigh myself two times a day, I just watch the scale creep up, ounce by ounce, pound by pound. And before you comment, I know that I am not what most would consider “fat” but it was really funny that me and my friend of 53 years basically follow the same routine. I wonder if I didn’t spend all this time weighing myself, what I could do with all that free time. I could exercise more (insert a laughing, "yeah right" here)……or maybe what would be better use of my time ….bake a cake or some delicious cookies.--especially since the number was down a bit this morning1 Seems like every spring (or fall) I decide I need to have a garage sale. I do a slight purge of my closet-pulling out a few things that I have had for ages and am finally willing to part with—like those that I purchased from Paul Harris (anyone remember THAT store? Circa 1992) I have lots of solid color tops and blouses and have convinced myself that they do not go out of style. Doesn’t everyone need five black -shirts? And before you judge here some are V-necks and some have rounded necks, so yes, I need all five.
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