So today is the end of the world. Huh.
Stick with me for a moment. I remember way back to the late 1980s when I was still in high school. There I had a philosophy teacher–yes, I took philosophy in high school–and she was incredible. She was into kabala way before Madonna and one parent filed a formal complaint with the school that she was a witch.
It made sense, since she dressed like a gypsy and every Halloween she would read Edgar Allan Poe to the class by candlelight. She also read tarot cards and palms. So she embraced the whole witch thing. But I loved Mrs. L, and she was among the greatest teachers at the school.
Anyway she foretold as the current millennium came to a close all the kooks would come out suggesting it would be the end of the world. And she predicted that this phenomenon would likely persist for at least a good ten years or so into the new millenium. She wasn’t psychic. She was just extrapolating from history.
How does this relate to food? And what does it have to do with repentance? I’ll tell you.
Remember how I said awhile back that it was time to put on the winter weight? Well, I took my own advice and I have. Ten pounds to be exact. And that’s really plenty. That was despite all the walking I did in Paris, which I thought would have had a greater effect on ameliorating the weight gain. For frack’s sake, I walked thirteen miles in one day! And our hotel room was up five flights of stairs! I shudder to think of the weight gain had I simply taken the metro everywhere.
Anyhow, part two of that plan was always to adopt a New Year’s resolution about eating better. Normally, there would be ten more days left in the year.
But today it all ends. So the time to think about repentence is now.
That means I’m turning over a new leaf. You don’t believe me? Today I’m having steel cut oatmeal for breakfast. And instead of toasting the oats in butter, I toasted them in olive oil. Tonight is Shabbat and I’m going to skip the roast chicken wings, the thigh, the leg, and even the oyster. Instead I’ll eat the breast and remove its skin.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with the bag of butter caramels I brought back from Paris. The little chocolates I have from Kayser can’t be so sinful. It’s just a glossy chocolate enrobed hazelnut. One of those should make a perfectly moderate indulgence every now and again.
More than anything else, this change in diet is going to make me grumpy.
I’m going to watch my portion sizes and exercise control about going back for second helpings. And that means when I go to bed every night I’ll likely do so with just a little bit of a hungry feeling in my belly. That’s the sign that it’s working.
Then, if the world ends, I can say good riddance. I won’t be missing that much anyway.