After I "published" my last post, I realized I forgot the funniest thing about my discovery of the K-E Diet. My oldest daughter Mia has a bad habit of sitting on the stairs while my wife and I talk. We think we are alone and having a private conversation, when in reality, there is a silent, third party listening in the whole time. Anyway, I was telling my wife about the diet and the insertion of a spaghetti sized tube into your stomach via the nose and how it would be a great diet for me to go on when all of a sudden, my daughter bursts down the stairs screaming at me to not do a diet where I have to eat spaghetti through my nose. After considering this for a moment, I promised her I would never do such a diet.
This is a good example of just how great my kids have been about my dieting schemes. They rarely complain (though it took a while to wean them off my nationally recognized cookies (I can say that they are "national recognized" because having lived in several parts of the country, people in each region have recognized them as mine when I have brought them to events)). I admit, though, that sometimes they are a little too willing to "help" me. Sometimes, a dessert is just a dessert, and after a long day of hard work and dietary perfection, there is nothing better than to ruin it with a piece of pie a la mode. Not with my kids around. One time, after someone brought over a treat for a holiday, I picked one up (thinking that I was alone), lifted it to my mouth, and was about to have a bite when my daughter Maggie comes out of no where, snatches it out of my hand, stuffs it into her mouth, and with her mount full sticks her finger out at me and states emphatically: "YOU are on a DIET!"
What would I do without their support?
1 comment:
hahahaha.
it's like that commercial where the guy can't afford a diet plan so he hires the girls from the middle school to follow him around and tell him how gross he is.
your girls could totally do that!
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