On Tuesday nights I take an oil painting class where I am painting a cute picture of my daughter when she was 6 years old (she’s 26 now). I’ve been working on this since last September but only paint during class—the rocks in the background have taken weeks and still aren’t finished and I need to add her shoes and some leaves. My teacher is really good but still helps us out a lot and I will give almost full credit to her for making the hair look real. I still have a few weeks to finish this off (I only paint during class—can’t find the time at home) and will have to sign up for the third series of classes in April/May. I am hoping my next project to be a door—either a garden gate or door to my house. And Debi from Hawaii Bound Bandster, I love your paintings and maybe one day I’ll be as good as you are (and faster—LOL).
Now to the donut reference in the title. As I drove home around 9:30 from class, I pass a donut shop. In the past I have been know to buy 6 donuts, eat two on the way home, another two when I got home, then hide the last two for later and dispose of the box. Just so my family would not see that I actually came home with 6 (or twelve) sometimes.
Now that I can eat regular food again, I wondered. And thought. And finally stopped and bought an apple fritter. It sat patiently beside me on the short ride home. I put all my stuff away, pulled out a plate, knife and fork. Cut the donut into small pieces and then ate the WHOLE THING. I didn’t feel any restriction at all. All I could think about is how good it would have been to have a glass of milk with it (skim of course). Guess it is time for a fill. I must say I didn’t feel like eating another one though.
I know. I know. Donuts are not on the list of good stuff to eat but they are still there in real life. I just wondered what would happen and now I know. I can eat just one and not my normal 4 (with the sugar rush). In a way this is an NSV for me. Control is what I’m looking for. Another small NSV is my jeans are falling off my bum. I had to buy a belt to hold them up. I am soooo close to losing 20 pounds (0.6 pound to go), I can almost taste it. Guess I should have passed up the donut last night. But my daughter is looking so cute!