Wednesday, May 12, 2010


This morning, while in house clothes, and with a Breathe Right strip still stuck on my nose, I stood staring into my upteenth pot of oatmeal.   Oatmeal has become my new best friend.  Next week I'll be having a birthday, and never have I felt so old physically (Mentally, I'm still 21, just sayin').  I mean, when have I ever had problems eating fast food, or any food, for that matter?  No problems.  I could eat just about anything and not put on an ounce.  Until this year.  (I wonder if these happenings can be traced to some Southern Voodoo hexed on me by my chubby cousins all those years back?  It wasn't my fault I was skinny in all the right places...).  I have gained four pounds over this past winter, and I can't get rid of them.  Four pounds isn't a lot, but I'm short.  You can see them.  Hence, the morning oatmeal ritual.  What can I report?  Smooth sailing in the nether regions of my belly, that's what. 

Next week I'm rationing my bread intake.  You have no idea how hard it is to use self-control in my village bakery.  The aroma of fresh bread and cookies greets you from the street.  Inside are pizzas, focaccias in every flavor combination, sandwiches, rolls, cookies, biscotti, cakes, breadsticks, and of course the loaves all sitting pretty and saying "Buy me! Eat me!!"  They crackle when you squeeze them; it's music to my ears.  I'll be needing to give myself a pep talk on the way to buy the daily loaf.  Just this morning I bought a sausage, red pepper, and mushroom was meant for two, but I ate it all myself. 

Things could be worse,"  my husband said, "At least you're not drinking up all my red wine". 
Folks, my village has seen two straight weeks of rain and fog.  Nutty.  I've gone nuts.

This past weekend, our village had a religious festival.  I don't usually deride someone's religious beliefs on purpose, but this is straight up creepy, people.  A mummified corpse on display on the altar, with the mummifed corpse of the child, and various "healings" down through the ages, just gives me the heebie jeebies.  Nevermind the praying for deliverance to said mummy.  Here is the relic:  She is wearing a white bonnet, look closely, you can see her face.

foto from internet

Every year I make up some excuse to not have to go up and look at it.

Once we went on a field trip to Padova, and I ended up in a big church, gazing at various what-nots, when suddenly I was looking at vials of hair and teeth of various saints, all "blessed".  And gross.  I blurted it out in italian (stupidly!), and offended an elderly man.) 
Relics. give. me. the. creeps.


Sara Louise said...

Haven't been working on anything other than praying to the rain Gods to give me back my sunshine.
And I'm feeling you on the getting old and bigger thing (notice how I didn't say fat??). I found three grey hairs, my very first, last week, and I am not at all pleased. I immediately phoned my Mother and asked her how old she was when she got her first grey hairs, she said sometime in her 50s! LIAR!!! And to top it off all that bread and cheese has finally landed smack dab in the love handle region. Fat women don't get fat my a**!

Sara Louise said...

My bad, it was supposed to say, French women don't get fat. I'm obviously a little emotional at the moment xo

Jen said...

The mummies would be too creepy for me, too. Let them rest in peace!

Taking Heart said...

I have been on a 30 day crash and burn cruise... trying to keep my head afloat... but my eye is on the prize. Ortho doctor told me no gym for four weeks... then maybe knee surgery... so I feel utterly defeated.

I have fancied myself into a new hobby... crocheting. It is fun fun fun... and mind numbingly fun... and it doesn't need my knee.

Queen of Crafts, Current Events, and Such. said...

Tammy...sounds like you have a case of the 30 somthin frumps. Your body does change in the 30s, mostly toward 40ish...All I can say is keep exercising ( I like pilates and light wieghts) You just cant eat the same stuff that you used to. Snack lightly and dont eat humungous meals often. I have been crocheting alot as well....Your flowers are cute.

Que said...

I found a method for losing any amount of weight. One of my online friends actually come up with this and I'm going to try it. I don't know if you have this in Italy or not. But if you eat food while watching the TV show The Biggest Loser, the calories don't count. I don't know how that works. But I have saved a few episodes and I'm going to eat a couple of pizzas while watching it to see if the calories just magically disappear. Maybe I should try this before giving out The Biggest Loser Diet Plan. I will let you know how it goes.