I am having a terrible time today. I was sooooo hungry. I had eaten two servings of my very favorite homemade vegetable beef soup recipe. Then I had another serving. Then I desperately longed for yet another.
"Get out my scales again," I instructed my daughter.
"Are you serious, Mom?!"she responded. "You are becoming high maintenance!"
"Jut do it," I said. "I am desperate: I want more soup. I am starving. Just see how much I weigh, and then tell me if you think I can have one more serving of soup. And hurry!"
I held my breath, stood on the scales, and closed my eyes as my daughter read my current weight.
"No," She said.
"What?" I demanded.
"No," she repeated, "Do not eat more soup."
"You are kidding me," I said.
But then the idea "light bulb" turned on--PICKLES.
"I can have a dill pickle!" I cheered, "That's it! A dill pickle!!"
When I am starved on my diet I love to head for my jar of dill pickles in the fridge.
Cold. Juicy. Loaded with flavor. I can really chew and enjoy a dill pickle at my most severe dieting moments.
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