In my fatter days, when hubby would go out of town, the big treat would be to eat Taco Bell every day, and make nachos with all of the goodies for myself to pig out on. Now, food isn't the treat any more, although I must say, when I ran to the store for ciggies, I briefly thought about what I could buy to *treat* myself with. Alas, nothing exciting came to mind, which is probably a good thing.
I couldn't even think of anything healthy for a treat... I guess because if I want something on a daily basis, I buy it. Know what I mean? There is nothing reserved for "special occasions."
Probably the best thing about having my WLS, is that food just isn't important to me any longer. I eat to fuel my body. Wow, pretty amazing, isn't it? *enter grande finale music*
I'm damn happy about that.
Know what I think I'm going to do now? Make some patterns. I wanna be like Taz when I grow up! Actually, I had to remove my latest set on FMG 'cos someone bought it, and I need to replace it. Ok then, why don't I do that? ooooo, and there's a gnu "What Not to Wear" coming on. wow, it doesn't get much better than that!