|QUOTE OF THE DAY|
|Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.|
When it comes to drinking, I want my two cups of coffee in the morning, and water the rest of the day. I guess this is a good thing since I’m not supposed to have much more than water.
Then, the unforgiveable happened. My husband came home with an Italian sub for himself, and a salad for me. I didn’t mind him bringing me a salad, but I saw him place the piece de resistance on the table. He brought a can of Vanilla Coke up from the basement.
I stared at the coke imagining the refreshing feel of the bubbles as they sparkled on my tongue on down my throat. The scent of vanilla was calling my name as the delicate aroma assaulted my nostrils. I could taste the sugary sweet coke as it rolled over my tongue.
My fingers were itching to wrap around the cold can and pull the soda up to my lips.
Just as I was began to reach for the coke, my husband picked it up and chugged half the can in one gulp. He handed me the fresh glass of water he had drawn from the refrigerator, and sat down to eat.
It was at that moment that I found myself praying for more willpower. It was Week 2 of my diet, and I had lost ten pounds. I couldn’t believe I was already fantasizing about food: or coke if I am going to be precise.
I drank my water while closing my eyes and hoping my imagination would trick my taste buds into believing it was a coke. I may have a good imagination, (I write books and articles as a side job.) but it is not good enough to turn water into coke.
I suddenly remembered when I was in fourth grade. You’ve got to remember that I sixty-seven years old, and remembering fourth grade takes me back well over fifty years. However, the incident was traumatic since it got me my first slap in the face I had ever had.
We were taught to not talk back to our elders, but the teacher had pushed too far. We were all given glasses of water and two plain cookies. If someone had told me this was a lesson in how to use your imagination and not just an ordinary snack, I may have played along with the teacher and the rest of the class.
The teacher was going around the room asking everyone what they had to drink. Some were saying kool-aid and giving the flavor. There were different kinds of soda named. One kid even had chocolate milk.
When the teacher came to me, I looked in the glass and said I had water. She told me to use my imagination. I looked in the glass and told her I was imagining being home where I had oreos and milk, and not stuck in this room with a bunch stupid people. She slapped me and told me to get out of the room.
I may not be using my imagination during this diet, but I’ve found a wonderful place that will walk me through the first six weeks. If this works, you’ll know. You’ll be the first person I talk to.
Let me know what you think and drop me a yay or nay. Guess I’m still imagining. LOL