On the night before last, I posted here because I was having a tough time not caving in.
Everyone, as always, was there to lend me an ear.....and I got through it just fine.
Well, last night my 26 yr. old son and DH (who just returned from being away on a business trip) were famished. They were so cute because they actually asked me if I would mind if they ordered pizza. I told them that it would be fine and I had my own dinner ready. Everything was peachy keen - that is until the pizza arrived.
I made a complete Jack *** out of myself.
I absolutely exploded and venon spewed out of my mouth about how it isn't fair! About why the **** they bought garlic knots too! Maybe they should be as diligent about eating as I am! Blah, blah, blah! You had to be there to understand.
I don't know where that came from. I am really not that kind of person and would rather hurt myself than to hurt others - especially my family.
They both literally stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I was crying and having a tirade.
It was like a momentary "out of body" type of thing and they have never seen me like that.
I stopped and realized what I was doing. All this over food - over friggin food!
I told my DH and son how sorry I was and that was that. ( We are not a screaming type of family)
I think that I hit rock bottom or something like it because when I think back now I am so mortified that I behaved that way in the first place and that food has that kind of control over me.
I was just wondering if any one else here ever actually cried while on this journey or behaved shamefully because of food. It's embarrassing to even ask, but I'd like to thimk that I'm not the only one.
Everyone, as always, was there to lend me an ear.....and I got through it just fine.
Well, last night my 26 yr. old son and DH (who just returned from being away on a business trip) were famished. They were so cute because they actually asked me if I would mind if they ordered pizza. I told them that it would be fine and I had my own dinner ready. Everything was peachy keen - that is until the pizza arrived.
I made a complete Jack *** out of myself.
I absolutely exploded and venon spewed out of my mouth about how it isn't fair! About why the **** they bought garlic knots too! Maybe they should be as diligent about eating as I am! Blah, blah, blah! You had to be there to understand.
I don't know where that came from. I am really not that kind of person and would rather hurt myself than to hurt others - especially my family.
They both literally stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I was crying and having a tirade.
It was like a momentary "out of body" type of thing and they have never seen me like that.
I stopped and realized what I was doing. All this over food - over friggin food!
I told my DH and son how sorry I was and that was that. ( We are not a screaming type of family)
I think that I hit rock bottom or something like it because when I think back now I am so mortified that I behaved that way in the first place and that food has that kind of control over me.
I was just wondering if any one else here ever actually cried while on this journey or behaved shamefully because of food. It's embarrassing to even ask, but I'd like to thimk that I'm not the only one.




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