I overate

In October, during Fall Break, I made a HUGE batch of my momma's homemade chicken noodle soup. I stuck it in the freezer. Well this weekend, I decided that the last big batch of it was just taking up too much space in the freezer and since we went to Costco, I needed that extra space. I took the soup out and we had it for dinner last night.

Well, I was a bit made at Mr. Skinny because he told me he was going to help his foreman cut a tree down quick - quick being the keyword here, folks. This was around 5 o'clock. Okay, no big deal, I'll make the noodles for the soup and just wait for him. 6 o'clock came, 6:30 came, 7 o'clock came. This is ridiculous!!! I text him and say I'm starving, where is he at? He just tells me to eat.

Fine. I'll eat. I won't be a nice wife and wait for my husband. And while I'm at it, I'll eat as much as I can so there's not much soup left. Yeah, bad idea. It didn't help that while I was waiting and starving, the noodles were calling my name something fierce. So I had a few spoonfuls of noodles. By the time I got around to eating the soup, I wasn't even that hungry. But it tasted SO good, and I wanted to deprive Mr. Skinny of eating too much of it. So I had two bowls. With croutons, and parmesan cheese (what? you don't put parmesan cheese on your chicken noodle soup?? you're missing out). It was glorious.

I didn't feel glorious though, I felt like garbage. Heck, I treated my body like a garbage. It wasn't pretty. Tuesday is my "peak day" and when I stepped on the scale this morning, it hated me. So I had to down as much water as I can today, and we'll see what the scale says in the morning.

It's a learning process. Last night was entirely emotional eating since I was mad at Mr. Skinny. I'll eventually learn not to do that. But come on, would you or could you say no to this...?