|Light as an overweight 12 pound feather.|
Hi everyone, Katie here.
It's finally happened. The 24 hour buffet is shutting down. Low carb they say. Grain free. Portion CONTROL. What??? The D word. Diet.
I'm perfectly fine thank you. Look! I'm light as air. As long as I'm holding on to 45-50 super-duty, helium-filled balloons. Never mind the hidden jet motor propelling me up.
So Glogirly decides to change up my foods to something that's supposed to be healthier. Higher in protein, yadda, yadda.
A Disconcerting Exchange
I witnessed the following exchange between Glogirly and Gloman.
Glogirly: "WOW...Katie feels a little heavier. Just how much are YOU feeding her?"
Gloman: "To the top of the cup."
Glogirly: "The TOP of the CUP?"
Gloman: "It's a cup. To the top."
Glogirly: "She's only supposed to get HALF the cup."
Gloman: "Well she's eating the WHOLE cup."
I walk by, all nonchalant, good posture, sucking in my stomach. Nothing to see here.
Gloman to Me: "Tubbs! You ARE fat!"
Gloman to Glogirly: "Look at her middle. It's REALLY round."
Ok. Tubbs? Fat? ROUND??? Ah, how about you take that head of yours and point it straight down. Can you see your shoes? Enough said.
So now I'm getting a measly half-cup after they've gotten me used to the whole cup. And I'm starving. All because SOMEONE doesn't know the difference between a cup and a half-cup.
...and they say that humans are the smarter species.