Holy aching tailbone my friends! I guess my derriere has lost a lot of its padding because sitting for more than an hour at a time makes me want to scream! My coworker swears it will get better, but so far it hasn’t. So although I enjoyed my day trips with my mom this week, sitting on a pillow or my sweatshirt just wasn’t doing it. If anyone out there knows this feeling please please give me some ideas for alleviating my sore rear we’d both be very grateful.
I noticed something else this week, before surgery I really loved to go out to eat and I do still like it, but it’s such a chore to decide what would be ok with my stomach to eat. My mom was good we shared a lot, normally she cooks but she didn’t want to be in the kitchen all week and I don’t blame her. One night my parents wanted pizza, which I have not eaten yet, so I had to look for something else and I realized that portion sizes are out of control. What I ordered could easily feed 3 to 4 people. I even took a glance at the table across from us, this man had a cheesesteak in front of him that could feed me for a month!!! No wonder Americans are trending to the heavier side. We go out on a regular basis, a lot of us don’t cook, they serve us endless apps and portion sizes that could feed a small army and society wonders why most of us are on the heavy side. Europeans most definitely do not eat like Americans. I was in Italy a few years ago and yes they love their pasta, but the pasta is more like an appetizer and it’s a small portion like a taste and then you go on to the rest of your meal, which I may add is not a supersized portion of guilt. That being said I can’t say I ate healthy over this past week with my parents, it was definitely an experience of the difficulty with eating out when your stomach is the size of a banana. Until next time happy reading!
