Social eating is a minefield. Especially potluck. No one wants to offend the neighbors simply because you don’t want to eat ambrosia salad. Now don’t get me wrong, I actually love southern ambrosia salad. In fact I deliberately never asked anyone how to make it because I really don’t want to know what is actually in it. The pastel green color alone should tell you that there is a good chance the ingredients shouldn’t be consumed by humans. Pastels are usually not good in food. Or anything really. I’m sort of a bold jewel tone kind of girl.
But with food, pastels are super creepy.
And yeah, I even include baby showers in that designation. You don’t get a pass because it’s baby themed.
No pastel food.
It it wrong.
No one wants to eat it.
Except for the ambrosia salad. And then only at potluck when your neighbor who is in the early throes of alzheimer’s brings it and insists on telling you gossip about your neighbors. Sure the stories relate to people who no longer live in the neighborhood but they are still fun stories, contain more sexual innuendos than most soap operas, and the ambrosia salad is yummy.
Although I’m pretty sure once you put marshmallows in something you should really stop using the term salad to describe it.
So on the fourth of July there was potluck. I’m pretty sure the theme of the meal was how much butter can one neighborhood use in a single day. But I survived. Although there was some morning trepidation when I got on the scale. However, I hit my goal so I’m happy.
So now that I’ve rambled, here are the stats.
Starting weight: 246 lbs
Last week’s weight: 217.8 lbs
This week’s weight: 216.2 lbs
Total weight lost: 29.8 lbs
So close to 30 lbs gone I can see it. I still haven’t figured out my reward for 30 lbs though so I need to get thinking about it. And 1.6 lbs is gone from my body. Woot!
Oh how I long for the day when my weight starts with a 1 instead of a 2. Soon…Soooooon. I just need to keep chipping away at it. And stay away from Agnes and her ambrosia salad.
I also need to remember that my neighbor James is a high school English teacher and not in witness protection. And that he doesn’t have a string of floozies hidden away anywhere. Although I really like the word floozies and think it should come back into use. Probably not for James though who is perfectly respectable and married to a lovely accountant named Mike. But still Floozies is a very underutilized word these days. For those reading this, that is your word of the day. Try to use it in a conversation.