We sit in Monticello café, a quiet, quaint place where diners need not yell over loud music to be heard, and wait for Kyle, the waiter, to deliver our grilled chicken subs.
Girls’ night out for dinner with my friend Sharon, who is as far from the chit-chat variety as you can get. She is one who guards her words as a dog his bone, and speaks sparingly. But when she does talk, she inspires.
Tonight, the conversation centers on self-control. Sharon says that the word “moderation” eludes her. Like in that old Lays Potato Chip commercial, “Bet you can’t eat just one,” it’s the whole bag or nothing.
She has always been a faster. For her, cold turkey is the only way. Sometimes it’s food she forfeits. And now it’s the news.
Everyone who knows her is aware that she totally immerses herself in politics and current events. Like Chicken Little, she will be the first to let you know when the sky is falling.
What a difference a single decision can make in our lives! Her choice to fast all the bad news makes me think…
Maybe I should adopt better habits myself. Something has to give, I know that much. How good for me is one episode after another of Criminal Minds?
But I love that show, and rationalize that it’s “educational” because you learn how to profile psychopathic minds… not to mention outsmarting the bad guys!
Being engrossed in TV tends to induce the munchies. I don’t know why it works that way, but it does. Commercials flash all-you-can-eat shrimp ads in your face and before you know it, the brain is telling the stomach that it needs a snack. So will I have to go cold turkey too?
After dinner, Sharon and I go to our separate cars and leave. I head straight over to Food Lion and make a bee-line for the frozen foods. Dessert is on my mind. I can almost taste those Nutty Buddies on sale. Two boxes for five bucks…
Those sundaes with chocolate/nut coating over vanilla ice cream, packed in a crunchy waffle cone. My cart turns to go there by itself on automatic, straight to the frozen section, when I suddenly spin it around and head in the opposite direction: the produce aisle…
You know, with all the delicious nectarines, grapes, oranges, apples… I grab a variety of fruits and leave the store, pleased with myself for having made a wise decision for a change. And I could have sworn I heard God say, “You can’t go wrong with these; I made ‘em myself.”
"Success is making one right decision after another.” ~ Don Nori
When did you feel proud of yourself after having made a wise decision?
Go ahead, you can brag here!