I was talking with my mom last night. A nice conversation, really. We had spent a fun day on Saturday with Curtis' mom and we were chatting about how much fun it was. She mentioned that she thought I was looking a little too thin and asked what I've been eating. Not one to lie to my mom, I said, I guess not all that much, I'm not a big eater. That's the truth, my calorie consumption these days usually stays under 1,200 or so. I eat well, fruit, veggies, lean protein, some rice. But I'm just not that hungry most of the time, and I don't eat if I'm not hungry.
Anyway, I told my mother "don't worry, I'm OK..."
Her return was, "You're still mine, you belong to me, you're my little girl."
She was quick to amend part of the statement, "Well, you don't really belong to me, I guess."







