Above: Two chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches (one is open, the other is closed and ready to eat). We bake the cookies to just the right chewy consistency for this application; and we use vanilla Häagen-Daz ice cream.
The other day I received a note from someone who said she read my blog. She wanted feedback on a weight loss and exercise app she was making.
I receive hundreds of "off-topic" emails like this one. She might very well have been a reader of the blog and even if she isn't I wish her well in her endeavor. But I had nothing to write to her. I couldn't be sure an answer on my part might not lead to additional emails about a project in which I have no interest.
You see I believe in exercising because it's fun, and as we learned the other day, because I'm addicted to endorphins.
Also, I don't diet. I certainly should eat less sugar.
The above photo is my Monday, January 2 breakfast. It was a holiday. But even so, I'm not embarrassed in the least (though you can see there is a reason I ride 20 miles a day on my bike when the weather is fair).
DIck came into the kitchen while I was making my meal. Again, I wasn't embarrassed at all, I don't hide my consumption of anything. I would, however, rather he not be there, just as my mother has always made a point to insist that my father not enter the bathroom when she is occupying it—"To keep some mystery."
While Dick is perfectly welcome in the bathroom anytime at all, I'd rather he not know what fuels Roz. (Best to keep him guessing.) We had a great laugh about that. I may want that, but the veil was lifted long ago.
The first time he took me out to dinner we went for prime rib (funny, that is a common thread in all my dinner dates and yet I don't remember ever asking for prime rib on a first date—yet I always got it; distance runners must just look hungry). When Dick reached over to my plate with his fork to claim a taste of my prime rib he nearly lost a hand. He has observed proper distance from my plate and my cutlery ever since.
Dick learned this leasson without the assistance of an app.