In one of the recent WW meetings a member said she was grocery shopping one day and passed some delicious looking pastry display of cranberry muffins and was looking at them when she heard a familiar voice (another WW member who worked at the store) say, “Stand back from the cranberry muffins! Stand back.”
We all laughed because we all have those moments in a store when a food display appears to have some magnetic field that if we pass too close, we begin to be drawn closer and closer.
Today, was one of those days for me. I thought, “Damnation, why am I putting Cheez-Its in my basket? I haven't had them for months. Why, today? Why at all? Just why?”
PS. They taste the same and thanks to the portion guilt gods, I only bought the small, Dixie Cup size.
But, it makes no sense. It is times like these when honestly I think some secret anger must be beneath all this illogical stuff.
The passive aggressive kind that we can smile through and even fool ourselves most of the time.
But, I'm not buying it today. I'm just sort of pissed off that this magnetic field still exists and am going to do some research in the coming days of the relationship of anger and weight issues.
Ha! Now, that should be a series of the times. No shortage of anger out there in the universe these days but hardly any of it is passive–there's no one yelling “Stand Back”, quite the contrary, the crowds seem to edging toward some leg breaking and nose bleeds.
My anger involves crackers.