You may get the drift from the previous post that I've been in better moods.
Grandmother duty was at least short last night. I got out by nine or so and she scratched nurses, not me. I offered to hire somebody to come out to Fairfax Hospital and "give her a special manicure" but the nurses kindly said it wasn't necessary.
I swear to God I could never be a nurse.
Later on, I was talking to my smart friend Pam who mentioned that she had been to a Godiva store earlier that day. I said I felt I had no business in them and she asked "why?"
I was moved. Someone sure must have to love me a lot to ask that question. And she did it without snickering, too.
On that front, things are slowly improving. But slowly.
This may seem like a stupid question, but I'm asking it anyway.
Does God want us to diet?
I'm not running out to rent a Christian exercise video or anything like that, but that eating badly could actually be sinful has been on my mind. Some months ago, I gave my definition of sin:
It’s something you do, anything you do, that distances you from what makes you a good and useful person.
I am a less good and useful person when I feel sluggish. It's hard to confidently fight for justice when in your heart of hearts, you suspect you look like a Hobbit. Fixating on food means that much less brainpower is spent on more important things. And, of course, I will certainly be less good and useful if I die younger, not that I've seen any really great advertisements for old age in the past few days.
So that chocolate cake may literally be sinful.
Nobody ever said that living a good life was easy.
Really in the mood for scrambled eggs and bacon, but about to eat Total Raisan bran with skim milk for breakfast. Fie on virtue!