The new staff of our cafeteria at work is manned by actual, real chefs. I had a chance to try one of the new chef's entrees last week - a little more expensive than it had been, but a BIG step above your standard cafeteria fare, skewers of grilled shrimp on jasmine rice with sauteed spinach, and plated magnificently. Anyway, today we had a retirement party for one of the techs in the Word Processing unit, which was catered by the new staff. It was a lovely cold spread with sandwiches on focaccia bread, chicken strips, and roasted veggies. The cake was a four-layer extravaganza from the new kitchen head, who is apparently a pastry chef of some note (I really need to get their names). It was stuffed with dark ganache and spread with buttercream, and capped by a huge wheel of formed chocolate with "Happy Retirement!" written on it. And, oh, it tasted SO nice!
At said party I ran into a girl I haven't seen in some while, since her unit was moved to another building. So she hasn't seen me in about a year, either. She was complimenting me on my weight loss and telling me how great I looked, and then asked that inevitable question, "How did you do it?" The look that people get on their faces when I say "eat less and exercise more" is impossible to describe. Everyone wants me to tell them of the miracle pill, the special diet, the easiness of it. But I can't. It has been hard, and sometimes frustrating, but all the doctors and such are right. Eat less, and exercise more. Just like Milo told Opus all those years ago. I can't help but wish I'd really discovered this sooner; I do enjoy working out when I'm there. It's still hard to GET there, though. I certainly hated exercising throughout high school and college (and beyond, obviously). But these days I find I actually enjoy it. It suppresses appetite, it actually makes me feel better (I was unaccountably depressed Sunday morning, so I went to have a workout, and I =felt better=). And despite still weighing around 155 pounds (depending on the scale), I'm wearing freakin' size 8 pants. I don't deny myself anything - if I want a treat, I have one; I just try not to eat ALL of it. We had pizza this week, and of course I had a slice of that giant cake. I'm going to make pound cake this weekend because I have a LOT of strawberries. Moderation. Jeez, as I get older all these things they told me when I knew it all turned out to be right...
But anyway, it is nice to hear the compliments.
Today I reviewed Johnny Cash's new album, the disc he recorded in the months between June's death and his own. Rick Rubin put off releasing it so it wouldn't be overshadowed by all the OTHER releases (including the "Walk the Line" hoopla), and it comes out July 4. If you like Cash, pick it up. I highly recommend it. It's not as sad and bleak as American Recording IV was; it's just good Cash music. (He gives daughter Rosanne a real run for my "Best of" 2006, so far.)
ETA: Pros and cons of losing weight: Well, the pros are obvious. The cons are unusual. I've mentioned many times the clothing, but of course not the clothes that are being replaced. I've already long lost some of my favorite cowboy shirts, and although I've replaced a few, they're expensive. Pants which still fit, more or less, are getting too long (am I getting taller? No, my hips shrink and more fabric drapes). Now, I like wearing pants long, especially with boots, but sometimes it's a little much! Also, many of my favorite rings can no longer be worn. Not just my wedding ring, but many others. Most are cheap costume, so it's no big deal to replace them with rings that fit, but there are a few I'd like to try to take to a professional for sizing. And all the beaded necklaces I made for myself when I had a twenty-inch neck are now all too long and too clunky for my suddenly delicate size. I don't want to just throw any of the jewelry out or give it to Goodwill as I did the clothes, but I'm too lazy to list it on eBay (which is what I should do).