My wife threw a question at me today that I honestly had no answer for. In my home, I have found that the key to my staying on the way of eating is to make sure that everything is tightly scheduled. This means we eat basically the same meals every week. I thought I would hate eating in this way, but honestly I can say that once I have done it for a while I get into the whole mindset that I am eating for nourishment instead of pleasure and everything is cool.
Well, this comes into direct conflict with what my wife asked today. She eased down beside me on the couch, nuzzled her way right into my chest, looked up to me with her big brown doe eyes, and uttered in her cutest voice, "Sweetie, what are we going to have for Thanksgiving Dinner?"
I opened my mouth, prepared to immediately answer with something like, "well, honey, on thursdays we have grilled shrimp and salad; I am guessing we'll have that." As my mouth opened fully, the initial words spilled out, but in that instant I recalled all of the instances where I opened my mouth and ended up tasting foot. Haunted by the numerous times that I should have thought before speaking, I let my mind have a nanosecond to process something more satisfactory to my wife's delicate ears. "Well, I have quite a few friends in the Century Club. I will ask them for some suggestions," I said carefully before meeting her gaze fully to measure her reaction.
Well, to sum this all up, I didn't have to look up the carb count on human foot, but if I don't deliver an induction friendly Thanksgiving dinner, I am in trouble. Help, please, if you can.
Well, this comes into direct conflict with what my wife asked today. She eased down beside me on the couch, nuzzled her way right into my chest, looked up to me with her big brown doe eyes, and uttered in her cutest voice, "Sweetie, what are we going to have for Thanksgiving Dinner?"
I opened my mouth, prepared to immediately answer with something like, "well, honey, on thursdays we have grilled shrimp and salad; I am guessing we'll have that." As my mouth opened fully, the initial words spilled out, but in that instant I recalled all of the instances where I opened my mouth and ended up tasting foot. Haunted by the numerous times that I should have thought before speaking, I let my mind have a nanosecond to process something more satisfactory to my wife's delicate ears. "Well, I have quite a few friends in the Century Club. I will ask them for some suggestions," I said carefully before meeting her gaze fully to measure her reaction.
Well, to sum this all up, I didn't have to look up the carb count on human foot, but if I don't deliver an induction friendly Thanksgiving dinner, I am in trouble. Help, please, if you can.






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