Thursday, August 1, 2013

Nothing Tastes As Good As . . . What You Can’t Eat When You’re On a Diet


By Susan Knight

 As I got up to leave my Weight Watcher’s meeting, the Leader called out, “And remember . . . nothin’ tastes as good as . . .?”

“. . . Thin Fills!” the attendees answered with enthusiasm.

I noticed the other women nodding to each other with big smiles on their faces. They obviously had been here before and knew what the Leader was talking about. This was my third week—and I only lost one pound, so I admonished myself I shouldn’t be thinking about Thin Fills or any other mouth-watering morsel of food that wasn’t a vegetable or zero points.

On my way out I perused the shelves of Weight Watchers booklets, scales and point counters, eyed boxes of other goodies, but I couldn’t find the intriguing Thin Fills.

“You’re on a diet,” I reminded myself. “You don’t need any Thin Fills no matter how good they must be.” But I was so hungry, I obsessed about this new food.

Since the Leader was busy talking to others, I decided to look it up online when I got home. Maybe I could get the delectable dessert in a normal grocery store. I walked to my car picturing the yummy Thin Fills in my mind. “I wonder if they’re like Oreos® with a thin layer of creamy white goodness sandwiched between two, crisp, chocolate cookies.”

Then, I thought, “Maybe they’re like those Pepperidge Farm® cookies with a thin layer of dark chocolate in the middle of light, melt-in-your-mouth, sugar wafers. Oh, or like Thin Mints!" I got excited.

By this time I was starving. I had gone to the meeting straight from work. Luckily I was only a mile from home. I suppressed the urge to stop at any of the many fast food restaurants in my path, but I couldn’t get the notion of Thin Fills out of my mind.

“They must be made by Weight Watchers,” I reasoned aloud. “I wonder how many points they are . . .”

At a stop light, I had the “Duh!” slap-your-forehead moment.

“Wait a minute,” I said to myself. “This is Utah! People don’t use diphthongs.”

I went over the saying in my mind, then substituted for Utah speak. I felt so silly. I hung my head on the steering wheel.

But now the saying made perfect sense.
 
So . . . salad, anyone? Because nothing tastes as good as . . .
 


 

12 comments:

  1. AHAHAHA! For a moment I thought you had a typo...but I knew you would catch something like that. Then I remembered that you are not from Utah. Love it! And good for you for taking care of yourself. hugs~

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  2. Thanks, Kari. I'm glad you got it. It took me a while. I thought Thin Fills would be the Rill Dill. :)

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    1. I wrote a long post about it a while ago.
      rill dill = real deal
      Diphthongs happen in vowels. The sound begins with one vowel sound and end in another.
      Utahns get their vowel sounds all mixed up.
      i.e. garage sell = garage sale
      Just my observation since I came here.

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  4. Funny!! Maybe you can invent them. :) Cheers!!

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    1. You know, Stephanie, I thought about that. I should take a poll to see what everyone thinks a Thin Fill should be like ;)

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  5. Susan, you're the greatest. Thanks for the laugh.

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    1. Thanks for the compliment, Jodi. I'm glad you got it.

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  6. Hahaha! That Utah accent will get ya! Gave me a good laugh...

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    1. Glad you laughed! That Utah accent gets me every time, apparently.

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    2. I'm thinking, in Utah only, they should change the motto to "Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels." But I was really hungry. I could have imagined anything :)

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  7. I did wonder what were you talking about. LOL it was funny. I guess I am from Utah. I do love thin Fills.

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