Misery

Almost a week ago, DH decided to become pseudo-vegetarian.  I was/am not ready to completely give up meat.  Wednesday, he was crabby.  I asked him why he was so crabby and he stated it was because he didn't have meat since Saturday. 

Fast forward to tonight.  The kids are horribly behaved.  Neither one of us feels like cooking, but the behavior of our kids keeps us from dining out.  DH suggests pizza, because they deliver.  We have had homemade pizza twice this week, so it doesn't sound appealing to me at all.  I suggest a fast food restaurant down the road from our house. It is actually my favorite fast food chain.

I go in to place our order, because I really don't know what I want.  I have had most things on the menu, and I can't think of one thing I don't like.  If I was thinking at that moment, I would have looked up the menu either before I left the house or on my phone.  I was really jonesing for fish fry.  This restaurant had a Cod Sandwich or a 2 or 3 piece Cod Dinner.  I contemplated ordering a dinner option.  I decided to get the  Cod Sandwich with a small fry.  If I looked up my options prior to ordering I would have known this meal was more than my daily points plus budget.  EEK!  I could have made a smarter decision.

My intent here is not to beat myself up over an indiscretion.  The point is I learn from this and move on.  I like to write about it to keep track of my journey, to see what obstacles have overcome in full honesty with myself. 

So, I ate half the sandwich.  It was so delicous.  It fed my craving.  I looked at the other half and decided to eat that too.  Now, I feel MISERABLE.  My stomach hurts.  It is overfull and churning from the oil the fish swam in before it made it's way into my stomach. 

For the record DH had a Double Cheeseburger.