Warm Fuzzy

I have gained 40 pounds over the last three years, since I moved in with my parents. Here is my picture as of the day before yesterday. I will try to take another one in two weeks so that we can see if there is a difference on the diet plan I am testing.

When I first moved in with my parents two years and 40 pounds ago, of course there were plenty of men who eyed the slender me and tried to flirt. I am friendly with just about everyone and like to flirt, so that was fine. Now that I have gained so much weight, though, I never get the looks I used to get. It is really kind of funny because when I am slim, the thing about me that is so often complimented as my most attractive feature is my spirit -- and spirits don't have bodies. (Duh.)

Night before last, my daughter did not eat dinner with me. She needed to be at a school football game and we had arranged before school that each of us would eat our own dinners out. I went to Chipotle, one of my dining preferences, and ordered a salad. The worker who checked me out is one I recognize from making my daughter practice her Spanish skills on him. When I commented to him that she was not with me to order for me in Spanish, he responded with a few moments of friendly conversation before moving on to the next customer.

This is common behavior for me to receive at just about anywhere I go, so it did not strike me as unusual. The unusual thing, which made me feel as attractive as I felt when I weighed less, was when I was just about done with my meal and the man came out of the kitchen to clear the tables. He saw me stand and came over to my table to chat with me momentarily, insisting that I allow him to clear my table for me, and telling me to say hello to my daughter.

That's it. It is not much but that's my story for today. It calls to my attention that it does not usually take very much at all to make a person feel good, yet it seems very few are interested enough in others to spend the little bit of extra effort involved in giving them "warm fuzzies."