Tonight, it was just me and the Mr. here at home. Everyone else is gone and seldom does it work out that way. So we're sitting here and boom, I get this stupid idea. I didn't want to tell him because I was worried he'd say yes, but I did want to tell him because I hoped he'd say yes. I told him, that pizza sounded really good for dinner.
Now what the heck was I thinking? I don't even like pizza and it wasn't even that good! So here I sit, ticked off, not feeling good because it was greasy tasting and an old habit snuck right in like nobody's business. The old habit of "since we're alone, let's make it easy and order out" has got to go. I don't like the feeling of eating too much/eating bad food. I just don't feel well after doing it. And Carl passed out on the couch at 8pm... he hasn't done that a long time.
On the upside, we've been at this for 7 weeks, but things like this can lead to our weightloss demise. It's like one step forward and one step to the side and I don't want to move that way. I don't want to sabotage our work, so I am really going to have to work on this. I have to put the blinders on and keep moving.
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