As I stood over the table making a plate of "smaller portions" I thought "If I eat this lil bit of food, I'm gonna be hungry again before I know it." I instantly imagined four trips to the kitchen through the night, the agony of being awakened by the pangs of hunger...maybe not pangs of hunger, but my stomach growling in the middle of the night? Ain't nobody got time for that! So I thought about how women do this at picnics and parties and on dinner dates and at the office, all this small plate making is how you end up eating all day. My aunt calls them "dainty pigs". I just really had a "tired of dieting moment" and it hit me. It all came together. I can't just eat until I'm decently full ( YOUR fullness requirement, how much past a "portion controlled" plate it takes for me to be full. i.e. a "portion controlled" serving of pizza may be one half to two slices depending on crust, slice size, ingredients, whatever. So for me to be decently full I normally have two or three, someone else may be five or six, depends on you) because my "decently full is obviously too much. But that doesn't mean I can't eat a slice (with salad and water) and then go again if I need to in two hours. Not eat two or three slices, two or three wings, a soda, and cheesy bread if I'm feeling myself. It made me recall a quote I heard in a roundtable discussion of "My Always Told Me" and someone said "My mama always told me don't ever take a doggie bag home on a date." The topic raised some interesting points, if I tell you what was said I'd have to kill you, but what we didn't touch on was how unbelievably beautiful and shapely women were in our mother's and grandmother's generation. What we have is a watered down version/ standard of beauty. Marilyn Monroe, Mae West, Dorothy Dandridge, Elizabeth Taylor, Lena Horne, Bridget Bardot, you would see them in a movie in a pretty whatever colored dress, just a dress you know is bad in black and white, jewels all on it, hair just gone with the wind fabulous and they're inside some equally fabulous and undoubtedly expensive restaurant, in a word stunning. Imagine her date so handsome, so smooth, so suave, completely enchanted by her. As they enjoy dinner he says "Why darling, we've talked so much you've barely had a chance to eat your food. I must be boring you beyond belief!" She responds "Oh no, I like talking to you, this is how I keep my girlish figure!"
Or something like that. The point is, back then women suffered, sacrificed meals, desserts and super sugary drinks. I don't know the workout regimens they had but I know there were not a lot of cars so there was plenty of walking and their food was half as processed as ours. In order to preserve our bodies, not die young, live a life the slew of problems that can arise from simply overeating, and overall just be a lady, I gotta work for it. Multiple trips, plenty of water, NO soda are all the price that has to be paid. If you want that long lasting definition of beauty that is.
To all the dieting women, stay encouraged my friends.
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