Shrinking Goddess

sometimes, my 18-yr-old speaks wistfully about "the old days," pre low carb in our household.

"I miss the days I could suggest we order a pizza, and didn't get laughed at," she sighs.

I laugh heartily, inadvertenly emphasizing her point.

"It's been a long time, huh?"

"Yeah!" she says. "It used to be, when I'd suggest we order a pizza, sometimes, you'd say 'That sounds like a good idea.' And we'd get pizza! We'd actually get it. And it tasted sooooo good!"

I laugh some more. "Well, dear, those days are over forever. But you like weighing less, I know...just comes with the territory. I guess if you want pizza, you'll have to get yourself employed and buy your own. 'Cause I ain't buying those carb discs, man!"

Snort.