Filed under: MyBrain
Mia keeps linking to me so I’d better get off my butt and actually post something. I was all set to post this weekend, but that evil TypePad outage prevented me from doing so on Saturday. And then I figured out that I had better get a package ready for USCIS, anyway.
I think my headline for that post was going to be “My Christmas is Ruined.” One side of me really wants to be in a whiny mood about everything that’s happening to us this year. To be brief… we believed — due to past experience and comments from an immigration officer — that DH would be able to travel internationally this Christmas, so we booked tickets to Scotland. Our beliefs, we found out later, were completely flawed. I guess it just goes to show what a great job the Department of Homeland Security is doing. Let’s just say FEMA isn’t the only agency under DOHS that’s screwed up, royally. And you thought it was bad when it was still called INS. All this to say that our travel plans — which included showing off the boy to DH’s family for the first time — are pretty much in tatters.
But I’m really trying not to feel sorry for myself. I’ve already been “taking advantage” of my put-upon state by giving myself permission to pig out. Which is not at all wise, of course. I did run/walk with Mia on Saturday, however, which was fantastic — even in the rain. We also had a very cozy weekend inside (while rain came down in buckets outside) by the fireplace in our house. We also started feeding the boy solid food for the first time. I think feeding him just amplified all of my worries about my own diet and setting a terrible example for the boy.
In one weekend we:
- Drove through at Burger King and ate our meals in the car, while parked in front of a Wells Fargo (don’t ask why).
- Bought 4 separate bags of potato chips/cheese puffs, because two of them were 2 for $4 and the others were 2 for $5. Actually, I think we had already bought 2 bags of chips on Friday, bringing us up to a grand total of 6 bags in one weekend. DH was going through chip withdrawal or something. I think 1.5 bags were gone post-weekend.
- Made creme brulee. Of course, I licked the spoon after pouring it out into the ramekins.
The whole chips thing really got me thinking. DH has always been a skinny guy. When we used to buy Haagen Dazs pints (one in his flavor and one in mine) and eat them together, I would always eat more at one sitting, while he would just shave off the tiniest slivers each time. Now, however, he’s been trying to keep from buying HD to avoid eating it in front of me (as I’m ostensibly dieting). But he bought a pint the other day and — in uncharacteristic fashion — ate half of it in one sitting and polished it off in the next. Could it be that trying to deprive himself is resulting in binge eating, even in my skinny-minnie husband? Hmm…. Now I feel bad, like I’m foisting my food issues off on him and pushing him toward disordered eating.
No Comments so far
Leave a comment
Leave a comment
Line and paragraph breaks automatic, e-mail address never displayed, HTML allowed:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>