Sunday, January 06, 2013
I go to Michigan with my husband and at least one daughter once a month so my daughter(s) can see her(their) father. It was a requirement for leaving Michigan 5 years ago - since I wanted to leave, I was responsible for the transportation. So we go. And while we are there I stay with my father and step-mom at their house. I am a gracious guest to the best of my ability. They fix healthy-ish food so I eat what they prepare and they are thoughtful about my food allergy so I really can't complain... except in my head I do. The food my stepmom makes would be fine for me to eat if I ran 10 miles a day like she does or swim a mile a day like she does... or if I was like my father and be able to eat whatever I want whenever I want and not gain an ounce. But I don't run or swim - heck, I hardly exercise at all except I'm starting the 10 minute concept - and I definitely can't eat like my dad does. So... that leaves me either rude (by refusing her food) or fat. And today I guess I chose fat.
We pick up my daughter(s) at noon on Sundays on our travel weekends. This time we stopped by Detroit on our way home to visit with my grandbabies. It was fun and nice, but then we ended up getting home around 7:30. After the long trip and unpacking, knowing that I need to do laundry and color my hair, I didn't react well when my daughter asked what was for dinner. "Pizza," was my kneejerk answer. So 45 minutes later, Mr. Pizzahut rolls up to the door. And instead of showing restraint, I ate three pieces of stuffed crust pizza. *sigh*
Tomorrow I start again. I will do better!