Last week, temptation showed itself in the form of a box of M&M cookies--at work, naturally. Okay, well, I did eat one dang cookie. But I didn't enjoy it! That's the thing. I think I know they are not all that great, and I still want one.
Today there will be more cookies. We celebrate peoples' hire anniversaries around here. Fruit, cookies, brownies, cheese & crackers. I still have an apple in my lunch bag, a lonely thing that will sit like a wallflower at the dance. One whole week of tracking (the tedium!), and I am thinking not about the calorie-landslide about to happen (or not), but of the nuisance factor of trying to locate the name and nutritional information of each cookie, cracker or piece of fruit I might select, so that I can add it to my tracker. After all, what is the point of tracking, if one is not going to be honest? Maybe I can keep it under control. We will see.
Speaking of honest: On Sunday, my husband was feeling sick and tired (for the 100th time this year...) and I asked him how much alcohol he had been drinking. Lately, I have avoided doing this, because for one thing, it makes me sound like a nag. For another, I want to trust him.
I had announced at dinner time on Saturday that I didn't want him to buy any wine or other alcohol, period. I had too much wine on Friday, and besides making me feel bad the next day, I seriously do not need the calories. He seemed to agree. Then I noticed that, on the wine rack where there had been two bottles of wine, there was now only one. The one that was missing was a 750ml! When I asked him about where it went, he said: "I spritzed it." I asked, "Do you mean to tell me you drank the whole thing?" His reply was again: "I spritzed it. I'm not proud of that." Holy crap, an entire 750ml of wine in one day! No wonder he was out of it on Saturday.
What to do? I have warned him that I have absolutely no intention of living with an alcoholic.
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