So after a nice game of um...yahtzee...my yummy hubby asked if I wanted anything. It was really late. And I know better but after a long, hot, sweaty, game of yahtzee this girl wanted something. Hmmm?
"A slice of key lime pie & raspberry lemonade." It knew it was a bad idea before I got the lem in lemonade.
My hubby the consumate taker care of-er got up to fetch my request. He returned with a 2pm slice of pie & a 3pm cup of juice. It was midnight and I had to be up at 5 to get my day started.
I devoured my sweet treats (yahtzee does this to me) and I fell fast asleep. The next morning my finger and toes are numb, my arms & legs feel like molasses was running through them & I felt ill. If sugar shock was real I was living it.
This is not the first time I've succumbed to his delicious temptations.
It started years ago and it was simple. He worked late & I would wait up to eat with him. Then it was late nights at the diner. Or quick trips for chili dogs. Or strawberry shakes & fries. I couldn't resist. My brainiac tape player would not allow me to say no to food. People are starving in Africa you know. Someone has to feed them or me...Live Aid became Live Dai!
But this was the kicker. I don't want to wake up ill anymore. I don't want to watch the pounds continue to creep up on me. I tell the hubby to please stop offering me things. It's too hard to turn down food. He obliges me for now but it's in his nature to please me. It's also in my nature to eat.
This late night binging stops now! Journey with me.
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