Last night was a meeting night - all day I had been teetering on starting a binge. I went to the store, looked at all kinds of comfort foods - pizza, steaks, even tv dinner fried chicken. I was able to resist and left, feeling like I had accomplished something. Earlier in the day, when I had heard that Dave's wife had moved out, taken the kids and sounded like she was going to make his life a living hell (not to mention that his job is serious jeopardy, and his house is upside down), I really do fear for him and his personal sanity.
I don't know why his situation set me into a tailspin but I was upset about it all. Then Stephanie tells me that she wants to be fat ... what the hell does that mean? I am sure that she doesn't understand what that means and that it is crazy-20 year old logic (been there myself).
Got through the meeting, visited with the MTB and her husband, and on the way home stopped at the grocery store to get 'health foods'. Yeah right.... I bought a claimjumper turkey pot pie. Ate it loved it. But at 5 AM my body said- serves you right and I the biggest bout of diarreha. Okay now - but a lesson learned.
Friday, March 26, 2010
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