Saturday, October 06, 2012
So as I posted already today, my son came over to help his father to clean up the back yard. He had to bring the 3 kiddos with him for obvious reasons and the same obvious reasons he had to feed them. So while him and DH were out taking the 4 tires from the back yard to a recycle facility they stopped by the local pizza place and brought them home pizzas. Well as you can figure, my DH thought that since we had a free for all last night, then it could carry on over into today.......
I tried deep breaths, but REALLY? Ever tried deep breathing in a house with 3 pizzas?
So I cried my pitty tears for the last few minutes (silently), and decided to be (YES) a little irritated at the DH, and remember that DH isn't the issue here and shouldn't be deprived of having pizza which just happens to be 1 of our favorite foods. I have the problem, NOT THEM. I need to grow up, buck up, and get over this infatuation I have with food.
FOOD IS FUEL! I need to pick the right octane for my engine (ME) and use it to get healthy and if not now, then eventually get happy!