Self-control
I have no self-control.
As we were eating out for the 8th time this week, Jeremy and I were discussing our crumbling budget.
"So, how are we going to work this out?" Jeremy said, as he shoveled fried potatoes into his mouth.
I slowly removed the forkful of banana creme pie out of my mouth, and said, somewhat stickily,
"What do you mean?"
"You know, our budget."
I waited. Savored the pie... *GULP*
"I dunno." Ah...pie...
"Okay, next topic..."
It is the same thing with the heater.
Every day when Jeremy comes home from work, he opens the door, and the snow on the porch melts.
"Sheesh!" Jeremy gasps, trying to breathe the hot air. "Did you turn up the heater again?"
"What??!" I protest. "I was cold!"
He quickly turns down the thermostat to 52 degrees, and we all have to take off our shorts and put on some pants.
We do this every day. Except on weekends, when I keep Jeremy distracted so he doesn't notice how hot it is inside. I was really good at wearing layers for about a month, but I hate long sleeve anything, so I decided it was best just to change my environment instead of my clothes.
I was at Mom's house today, and there, in front of me, staring at me with glossy, speckled eyes, was a bowl of jelly beans. I compulsively ate all of them, making myself sick in the process. I didn't even like them. They were just there, and they had sugar in them!
Blah...
I KNOW I will be accountable some day for my lack of restraint. I will probably be set free in a field of See's California Brittle and die a horrible, and completely deserved, death. Ah well...I suppose there are worse ways to die.
As we were eating out for the 8th time this week, Jeremy and I were discussing our crumbling budget.
"So, how are we going to work this out?" Jeremy said, as he shoveled fried potatoes into his mouth.
I slowly removed the forkful of banana creme pie out of my mouth, and said, somewhat stickily,
"What do you mean?"
"You know, our budget."
I waited. Savored the pie... *GULP*
"I dunno." Ah...pie...
"Okay, next topic..."
It is the same thing with the heater.
Every day when Jeremy comes home from work, he opens the door, and the snow on the porch melts.
"Sheesh!" Jeremy gasps, trying to breathe the hot air. "Did you turn up the heater again?"
"What??!" I protest. "I was cold!"
He quickly turns down the thermostat to 52 degrees, and we all have to take off our shorts and put on some pants.
We do this every day. Except on weekends, when I keep Jeremy distracted so he doesn't notice how hot it is inside. I was really good at wearing layers for about a month, but I hate long sleeve anything, so I decided it was best just to change my environment instead of my clothes.
I was at Mom's house today, and there, in front of me, staring at me with glossy, speckled eyes, was a bowl of jelly beans. I compulsively ate all of them, making myself sick in the process. I didn't even like them. They were just there, and they had sugar in them!
Blah...
I KNOW I will be accountable some day for my lack of restraint. I will probably be set free in a field of See's California Brittle and die a horrible, and completely deserved, death. Ah well...I suppose there are worse ways to die.
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