Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I went to a coworker's Retirement Event after work. They had simple finger food: cheese, crackers, veggies, dip, etc. I ate enough to fit into my daily plan.
Then, I went home.
My husband had cooked dinner. I told him that I'd already eaten and to put the food in a container and I'd eat it for lunch at work. He threw a fit. Pissing, moaning, trying to do me a favor and I'm an ingrate.
So, to avoid strife, I ate a second dinner. Now I feel sick. GOD, I HATE THE SOCIAL AND EMOTIONAL PRESSURE OF FOOD!!!!!