(In response to last weeks column)
Although I appreciate everyone’s support, I am not starting a new diet. I wish I had answers for those who are, though. If I knew what the right routine was for weight loss I would be busy showing off in “Daisy Dukes” and cowboy boots. I do know that one important step to success in setting up a new routine is to make it reasonable. If you usually get up at 8 a.m. and want to start your day earlier, try 7:30 for a month.
I took a friend home from the hospital after he had surgery on his shoulder. I was driving carefully so I wouldn’t cause him any extra pain. In some strange way, I felt that if I held my breath while going over the bumps the car would be lighter. We were in no hurry to get to his house so my concern was his comfort.
We weren’t in the car for three minutes before he turned into a mixture of Mario Andretti and Jack Nicholson from “The Shining.” He kept barking orders at me: “Drive faster,” “Don’t let that car get in front of you,” “Cut that car off.” When I didn’t do as he said he threw his hand in the air and made an irritated scoffing noise.
You never know what’s going on in a car. There may be screaming children in the minivan taking a long time to pull out of the parking spot you want. The lady riding her brakes in the oversized SUV may be having a sneezing attack, or maybe the older gentleman who made you miss the green light is driving for the first time since his bypass.
I am far from perfect and, aside from my husband, I have yet to meet anyone who is. I get that everyone gets moody now and then, but what about the poor passengers in the car with you? They’re usually the only ones who get the pleasure of hearing you rant and rave.
Why is it that when some people get behind the wheel they think they’re the only person who knows how to drive?