Monday, February 04, 2013
I told my husband today that I really needed him to do me a favor and take the Nestle's Tollhouse Ultimate Chocolate Chip Pecan cookies he had made and hide them from me. Put them in his truck, somewhere....because I was just too weak to resist.
He reponded, "Ok, Gail." With a snide look. Gail was my mom. Before she died of ovarian cancer, she battled weight issues. Up and down all her life. She couldn't stop eating once she got started...like a whole package of pralines or fudge, for example. Within a day or two, the package would be nothing but crumbs.
Not very nice of him to call me my mother, eh?
I responded by honestly telling him that I had a real problem and really needed his support. But I really felt like kicking him the bootie. I told him that one day I hoped to be able to resist the temptation to grab and eat those cookies, but for now I am very weak and needed his help.