The Lighter Side of Weight Loss: Chapter Nineteen

The Lighter Side of Weight Loss
By Sandra Warholic Seeley                         

Chapter Nineteen

WW just challenged me to eat the rainbow. My first thought was that’s great, I love rainbow sherbet! My second thought was this challenge is better than the ice bucket challenge! In third place came the thought that I can’t remember the sentence that helped me remember the colors of the rainbow in order.

So I’ve created my own sentence that I’m hoping will rainbow-lize your future meals: Rush out yonder, go buy interesting vegetables!

Once you’ve purchased the rainbow, I suggest you set a beautiful table and ask Duke Ellington to set a “Mood Indigo” for you while you eat some indigo and violet. My personal favorites are black cherries, plums, prunes, raisins and purple eggplant. I lied. These are not my personal favorites. In fact, I’ve never even tried eggplant, which I hope to change when I rush out yonder!

I’m calling on my 1984 self to channel Rainbow Brite back into existence. We all need this brave young girl to make our world, hearts and bodies lighter by infusing our darkness with color. In the meantime, I suggest we all eat more colorful foods.

When temptation comes calling, think of him as a leprechaun or Hawaiian menehune playing tricks on you.These mischievous imps do not want you to find their pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. But we have the tools to outsmart Mr. Temptation. Eat that United Dairy rainbow sherbert, track the half cup serving for 7 smart points and stay within your point range for the day.

We are all searching for that elusive pot of gold, otherwise known as GOAL-ED! It’s there waiting for us. We all have to believe in our dreams and work hard enough to achieve them. And remember that “Somewhere over the rainbow, dreams that you dream of really do come true.”

Until next week. Keep dreaming, choose color and be happier!

Sandra Warholic Seeley - All my life, and half of someone else's, I have lived in a humorous place called Earth. My muse is a tiny menehune from the island of Oahu in Hawaii where I lived for a year. Ernest Hemingway once sat under the exact same coconut tree where I did most of my writing. I'm also a sensitive to criticism Virgo who loves to get paid for writing and speaking funny stuff. Even though my mind is filled with volcanic ash residue and I'm still finding sand in my shorts, I will continue to write until my muse retires or I run out of pretty blue drinks, whichever comes first. Don't be bashful, email the author.