Tuesday, October 08, 2013
So despite the bad bird biting my face, I love my neighbors. I love the fact that they are more than awesome about letting me borrow a car/truck whenever I need to to run errands while we are waiting for mine to be fixed. I love the fact that they let me grocery shop their pantry rather than running out to the store since I knew they had what I needed in there. I love that they are genuinely NICE people. What I don't love is the fact that they ask me to come over or go somewhere with them every day and when I do they feed me...today it was pizza and omelettes....I don't want to be rude and say NO, but at the same time they know I am working my tail off at night making sure to work out and when they push food I have to work twice as hard. I know that the wife has no other friends and I don't know why because she really is a wonderful person, but she is admittedly post gastric-bypass and has put all the weight back on and eats like crap plus barely moves. Now granted she just had knee surgery, but she didn't move before that. And I know it's on me to make better food choices despite what they offer but I don't want to be rude either. I need to take a break from the neighbors but I don't want them to think I am not grateful or that I am just being nice to borrow a car. That is not who I am at all...they have hinted about loaning us money to buy a car and I've let them know that's not who I am either...I have to do it on my own or I can't deal with it. I guess it comes from my dad always buying us when we were kids...I don't take things well now. I know, another of my issues I need to work through, and I do let them cook for me or buy me lunch from time to time but I also cook for them and bring them lunch too. I love the heck out of them and I CANNOT let their eating habits become my eating habits.