Doris’s tone of voice surprised Lucy. “Look, he’s very nice. All I’m saying is based on all that perfection, I’m thinking he must focus more on his appearance than his character. It must take all his time to have that perfect body. The perfect hair. That perfect smile.”
“I see,” Doris said. She put down her pen. “Just as one might assume that an overweight person is a lazy slob?”
“Doris!” Lucy sat back in the love seat and blinked a few times.
“Just a little food for thought, Lucy.”
Chapter 2
January
Journal Entry Jan 1
Breakfast: 3A c oatmeal; 1 c skim milk; ` c strawberries; half decaf/half regular coffee
Lunch: 3 oz chicken breast; 1 slice whole wheat bread; 1 tbsp light mayo; celery; lettuce; tomato; 1 med apple
Dinner: 3 oz corned beef; 1 c cooked cabbage; large salad w/orange and red peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers, and 2 tbsp light ranch dressing
Snack: 1 c plain yogurt; 1/4 c light granola; 1 orange
Affirmation for Today:
I am strong enough to refrain from killing any or all
members of my family.
“Lucinda, honey, would you pass the soda bread?”
Lucy handed the still-warm Irish bread to her mother and tried not to let the heavenly scent enter her nostrils and pierce her primordial brain, which would force her to stick her face directly into the basket and growl like a starving alley dog as she ripped off giant hunks with her incisors.
“You’re eating like a bird.” It was the fifth time her father had made that observation since they sat down to dinner. “No potatoes. No bread. Are you sick?”
“Oh, for crying out loud, Bill. Leave her alone. You know she’s on that diet.” Lucy watched with envy as her mother slathered butter all over a thick chunk of soda bread and savored a healthy bite.