So, on Monday my wife did the most inconsiderate thing she has ever done in our marriage. One week into this ridiculous diet of protein with broccoli (that is basically all I eat now), she made meatballs with her homemade marinara sauce. Honestly, it was the most cruel-hearted thing a person could do.
I have to be truthful, my reaction was not pleasant. I kept trying to say to myself, "you can't get mad at this," and "it is petty to be angry about this," and "you are not about food," blah, blah, blah. In the end, I freaked out and then sulked most of the night. It was really stupid of me. It also reminded me how much food affects my mood. I think I am the most moody when I don't just get to eat what I want. Fortunately, I have gotten a whole lot better at not wanting many bad foods (apparently Emily's meatballs are, in fact, something I want).
Anyway, I have been thinking about whether it is worth it to be on a diet at all if it makes you moody and frustrated. I think the answer is still yes. Frankly, I think it is better to be moody and skinny than be fat and dead. Of course, my wife may disagree with this based on my attitude Monday night, but hey, if she would stop making meatballs and started making broccoli balls, everyone would be happy.
1 comment:
uh. i am pretty sure no one will be happy if she starts making broccoli balls.
but, i guess it must be true -- misery really does love company.
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