Someone smack me, please

So I went to Marty's work for dinner tonight. I took two of the puzzle ladies, because I am all alone.

I did great! I ordered something that fit perfectly in to Atkins induction. I ignored the rolls and peanuts. (Yes, he works at one of those annoying "throw your peanuts on the floor!" places.) I ordered unsweetened tea instead of the super sweet southern tea.

The peanuts sat right in front of me. Ok... a few peanuts won't hurt, right? Then the rolls. They started calling my name. I swear. One of the puzzle ladies tried to stop me. "You have food allergies! You are going to be sick!" The other one (the diabetic who is hell bent on killing me) said "Let her go! She will be fine." It was like having the angel and devil on my shoulder. Of course, I listened to the devil.

At first, I was fine. About 1 1/2 hours after I ate, I got a blinding migraine. I just stopped being nauseous enough to get off of the couch. Marty made me sugar free jello and whipped cream and believe it or not, I think the fat helped just as much as the Advil.

On a side note - I miss my boys terribly.

Alex had a really rough time at first. He ate all of the things that he knew he shouldn't (Gee, wonder where he gets that from?) and it took all of me not to drive to Detroit and pick him up. We are trying to give him more freedom in his food choices, because we feel that at 14 he knows what the consequences are for eating things that he can't. Since he is the one who has to deal with the consequences, he should be the one to make the decisions. Of course, we are always right here to help guide him, answer any questions and help him make better choices. As the mom, it is still really hard, though.

Christian is just hanging out, being Christian. He went to the store to get his brother the food he needed and is making sure he drinks enough water, gets enough sleep and makes the right food choices. Like the perfect mother hen that he is.

Ethan is being his normal dorky self. Every time I talk to him he yells "wazuuuup???" into the phone. He just thinks he is the coolest. thing. ever. Yeah... it never gets old.


The nausea is coming back, so I will wrap this up.

1. I am an idiot. I am trying to guide my son into doing something I am incapable of.
2. I can't wait until Wednesday - when I pick the boys up. If this is what my life will be like when they all grow up, I am in no hurry.
3. One of the puzzle ladies is loaning me a twin sized bed. It isn't ideal, but it will have to do. I am not going to give Rent a Center all of the info they ask for. (I didn't list it all.)
4. If you are waiting on an email from me, it will come tomorrow. I promise. If it doesn't, email me please.

That is all.

Oh yeah... I have lost just about 8 lbs since Tuesday. Of course with this roll I will probably put 12 back on. Stupid carbs.