A very interesting thing happened last night. We were out to dinner with Jeff's dad and his wife, and some others of Jeff's family. Jeff's dad and his wife live in Florida and only get up to Massachusetts a couple of times a year and we usually have dinner together then. Nothing against Jeff's family, but it's usually boring for me to be there. Even though I am accepted by everyone, I don't feel that "kindred" connection with anyone. It's mostly a social outing and it seems like the older I get, the less impatient I get with social outings. In fact, I've never really thrived on gatherings that are strictly social.
Anyway, usually this means that I eat MORE instead of less, to alleviate the boredom. But last night I did pretty good. I ate bread at the beginning, with real butter, and it was divine. Am really working on getting completely gluten-free but that bread was too tempting!
But this restaurant (Joe's American Bar and Grill) actually had gluten-free pizzas AND gluten-free pasta dishes and I ordered one of the latter and it was amazing!
And when dessert came, I was all set to order this pie with coffee ice cream and almonds and fudge and whipped cream (yum, right???), but when the guy came to take our orders, I just said "Nothing for me."
Wow. What a moment. And it wasn't about judgment or being bad or guilt or shame or punishment or anything like that it. It was simply about the fact that my stomach felt really really full.
That felt SO good. Powerful, even. I am going to reflect on this for a long time!
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