Second Collection After The Service
The stuff was pretty good, although I had to avoid it. I’m not gaining weight, but I’m not losing any either. Losing is the operative word here and giving in even a little way isn’t the way to do it. On the cruise ship, they have all sorts of nice confections to people who need something nice, but healthy.
Maybe I should have just given them a donation and skipped the temptations. When asked what I wanted, I pointed to an empty tray and said, “How about a couple of those?”
Gone are the days when I could get away with the excuse that I am a growing boy. I’ve growed. Now my snack of choice is a bowl of porridge with no sugar and no milk. I do add some trail mix, after it’s gone thru the grinder, along with nuts which have taken the same trip. It’s nice and I don’t feel guilty as I would after a bowl of ice cream.
Or, for that matter, a nice piece of yellow cake with chocolate frosting. Or thick, filled cookies. Those ladies can throw together some delightful delights and I can always justify a handful or two. After all, it’s all for the benefit of the church … it doesn’t cost much … they worked hard. No; it’s not good for me.