Last time I wrote a post that wasn’t pre-scheduled, I announced I was heading out for my monthly visit with Mom. As always, it was fun. As always, she bragged about me every chance she got. As always, I gained weight.
I don’t know what it is about being back in my hometown that makes me throw caution and that slender thread of self-discipline to the wind and eat like I did before weight gain was a problem. And Mom is no help whatsoever. Her housekeeper comes once a week, and twice a month, she goes for Mom’s groceries. The woman is notorious for buying the wrong thing–too much, too little, wrong brand, whatever. This time, she came home with a whole key lime pie, instead of the Edwards slices Mom claimed she asked for.
Still debating whether I believe that one. Key lime pie is one of my summer favorites, and Mom is known to buy things just for me, even if I’m going to be there only a day or two, and even though she’s gotten into the habit of buying dessert at whatever restaurant we’re in. Usually, her final words as I prepare to return home are, “Why don’t you take this with you?”
Included in “this” were three boxes of frozen Girl Scout cookies, almost the entire key lime pie (she only wanted one slice), and a full bag of Cheetos–a particular weakness. I left them behind because they wouldn’t have made the ride home. Also included in the fare were leftovers from our meals out (and we eat all our meals out), which were substantial because of these words: “Oh, just get the big one”–steak, rack of ribs, whatever–“we can always refrigerate the leftovers.”
When will I ever learn to say no?
But I got to read The Cat Lady’s Secret to her. That was special. I wish she could read for herself again, but reading to her is just . . . special. And it’s fun seeing her reaction to my work. I can tell I’ve done a good job when she laughs at all the right places, cries at all the right places, and gets mad at all the right characters.
As always, I came back from Mom’s tired, but I followed it up with a trip to Houston to give a speech for a chapter of the ACFW, Writers on the Storm, which was also fun and wonderful, and included lunch from Lupe Tortillas. I can’t eat before a speech, I’m usually too nervous, so I placed an order for when I got home–a full rack of their delectable ribs.
Seems like Mom’s isn’t the only place I tend to overindulge. Sigh.