Last night I made a delicious dinner of spaghetti, meatballs, spicy Italian sausage and garlic bread. A dieter's dream...not really. However, I budgeted for dinner and knew that I would need to "save points" in order to enjoy dinner. Dinner was ready to be served and I started measuring out my portion. One cup of spaghetti, two ounces of sausage, an eighth of a cup of sauce and one piece of garlic bread. We happily ate dinner as a family (including the boy) and had good conversations about our day. The girl even tried spicy sausage and liked it. I finished my allotted food and felt pretty satisfied.
About 8:00 rolled around and my stomach was GROWLING. I had a glass of water to see if I was just thirsty and it didn't help so I had a two point ice cream bar and went on my merry way. About 9:00 came and I was ready to head to bed and I was hungry again, I grabbed a two point fiber one brownie. I went one point over for the day and I was ok with that because I was hungry.
As I was getting ready for bed, I said to the hubs that I was starving. His reply was, "So go eat something." I told him that I was "out of points" and I really want to be good this week. He responded something along the lines of "its too bad that you have this idea that you have to be skinny to look good". Hmm...I thought to myself. He is kinda right...there are many larger people that look good. A few minutes later I said to him, "I am happy to know that you will love me even if I am a FAT MAMMA but I want to be healthier and feel better about myself. " "Good point," he replied. End of conversation.
I woke up this morning still thinking about our conversation last night. It really is easy to be fat and happy. Food makes me happy. Being unhealthy and unhappy in my body doesn't make me happy. I sure do have something to think about...
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