I'd like to share with you a little story. It's embarrassing. But I'm going to share it anyway.
About eighteen months ago, I was out in Roosevelt for a book signing, and I stopped in at a restaurant for dinner. All the tables were full, and so there were only booths available. I could not fit into the booth. I was so humiliated.
It turns out that most booths have a "fat" side and a "skinny" side - one bench is farther away from the table than the other. I was with a friend, and she and I traded places so I could have the "fat" side. I just barely fit in it. I ate my dinner with the table just about cutting me in half. Of course, my imagination kicked in and I envisioned everyone in the restaurant looking over at me - "Hey, that fat chick can't even fit in the booth." It was miserable. I don't usually spend a lot of time worrying about what other people think of me - life's too short for that - but that night, it really bothered me.
Last Saturday, I was in Roosevelt again. And I went to the same restaurant. And guess what ...
This is me, sitting on the "skinny" side. And I have room to spare.
If you'd like to read my post about my battle with sugar, click here - I posted it on my other blog.