I watched a commercial. Ok, it wasn't just one commercial. I watched all the commercials today while catching up on a couple of Tivo'd shows. I MISS COMMERCIALS.
Remember when you actually had to be in front of the TV at a certain time in order to watch your beloved shows? People actually would gather in their living rooms with a bowl of popcorn and watch things like Little House on the Prarie..TOGETHER. Since DVR it's just a distant memory. OK, Little House on the Prarie was already a distant memory before Tivo. Don't get me wrong. Without Tivo I'd miss it all. I go to bed way too early to catch any of my shows.I'd yell at my kids a whole lot more without the ability to pause live TV. It really is a Mom's BFF.
But I really miss the days of gathering around to watch a show together, knowing the whole USA was sitting around the tube watching too. The commercials were the time you ran to the potty and were praying you'd make it back in time not to miss anything, God forbid the phone would ring during the show! oooh, do I miss those days..Now we all cram in watching our shows in between texing each other and checking our Facebook accounts,not to mention raising semi well adjusted children.
I miss being together. I miss the whole world gathering for little things like TV. It felt like you weren't so alone in the world. To me, it's just one more way people aren't connected as much anymore. Maybe it's just that I've been in the baby underground, but I don't think so. Along with losing this weight once and for all I have another goal for this year..to connect with people. I'm getting advice from my 94 year old Mamaw on this subject. She tells me what my generation doesn't know.
How to be social.
That brings me to my next thought..I keep tossing around the idea of hosting pot luck get togethers once a month or so with some friends, neighbors, family..but think it will derail me from my "diet". Is this just a reason to flake? Am I alone in being afraid to reach out to other people outside of my circle?
I lost 2 pounds. It feels glorious. This is always the weight at which I give up the eating right and remain stuck. It's my own doing, I know. If I could just persevere..if the Easy Mac I'm feeding my baby would quit calling my name..I think I can , I think I can, I think I can..
Maybe going back to basics is the way to begin.