And today is her birthday.
This makes me smile.
You know something? Your own birthday cake is not fattening. You can hold it close to you, you can smell it, you can serve it. It's not fattening. It's only fattening when it gets into your stomach. It gets into your stomach via the weapon that's attached to your wrist. You're in control of the weapon, so blow out the candles, serve the cake to your guests and then have a half a grapefruit. Your stomach doesn't know it's your birthday.
Can't argue with that, I guess.
So today I celebrate Jean's birthday in the best way I know how - with a great big pink grapefruit and a glass of champagne.
Here's to you, Jean. May you enjoy many, many more birthday grapefruits.
3 comments:
Wow. While I may not agree with her viewpoint, I completely admire her willpower! My theory is, I can have a piece of cake on my birthday - if I'm good the other 364 days of the year, it'll still end up fine.
LOVE the candle in the grapefruit. Happy birthday Jean, wherever you are. And Mimi, best wishes to you always.
Grapefruit instead of birthday cake! Holy Roman Emperors! (sounds fancier than saying "eek")
Seriously, what o_mg. said. If a person eats responsibly at "normal" times, then a treat on a special occasion is no big sin. Maybe your belly doesn't know it's your birthday but people are more than just bellies and your birthday only comes once a year. You have the whole rest of the year to eat grapefruit and celery.
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