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I has ur gif.
Location: The Southeast, US
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No Pizza For You!
When my BF got home from work this evening, I had some chicken on the counter thawing out, as I was going to bake it for dinner. However, tried to talk me into frying it, and I said no because it's too much effort and I don't feel well, plus I try to limit our intake of fried foods. So he said that he'd rather go out and get some pizza instead. I was like, "Okay." And I put the chicken back into the fridge to be baked tomorrow.
Fast foward to three hours later. He'd gone out for our supper. He comes back with four pizzas, so when I go into the kitchen they're sitting there on the stove. I also see a McDonalds bag, and I look in the bag, and there's a salad! It's the only thing I ever get from McDonalds, a bacon ranch salad. When he was eating cheeseburgers for dinner last night, for example, I was eating a salad. At any rate, I was like, WTF? because the only thing in the McDonalds bag was the salad. I start grinding pepper on the salad, etc., because I was gonna eat it anyway, and he came into the kitchen. I was like, "What's this all about?" He said, "The salad?" I was like, "Yeah. Why salad for me, and pizza for you guys?" He replied, "It's not good for you." I gave him a look and was like, "Mmmmph." Then he added in real fast, "You're sick, so you need to eat salad instead." I ate the salad, simply because if given a choice, I'd take salad over pizza, that's just how I am. But my throat was still bothering me a lot and I couldn't finish it. So I put like, half of the salad that I didn't eat back into the kitchen, and I went into the back. He was still out front eating pizza. On my way out of the room, though, I touched the area under his chin and patted his belly, and said, "You know, you're not in as good shape as you could be, yourself." In my mind, I was totally thinking, "F--- you." Then "he-who-will-not-be-getting-laid-anytime-soon" got all indignant and said, "What, because I got you a salad? See, I try to do something nice for you and you turn it around!" And I think to myself, "Yeah, right." I'm sure he read in Maxim or some other magazine that, if you don't like your woman's body, buy her a salad.
Yes, I could stand to lose a few pounds, but let's face it, so could he! Heck, I saw what his body looked like ten years ago while he was still in the army, and yes, it was better then! But I never dangle that over his head. I mean, neither of us are obese or anything, but we could stand to slim down a bit...as could a lot of people. Oh, but when I pointed that out to him, he got upset. I mean, as far as the salad vs pizza thing...the NERVE of him. This is like old episodes of "The Cosby Show" where Claire makes Cliff eat nothing but salads, and all the rest of the family is eating steaks and stuff. Or like that old episode of "The Fresh Prince" where Will is on a date with Vivica Fox's character and she orders him just a salad for dinner. The thing is, he knows that I've been working out, watching what I eat, etc...so it's not like I haven't been making ANY changes to help myself. But a way for him to rub it in my face.
Does anyone else's SO try to control what they eat, or is it just my BF? This is the first time he's done something like this, but if I'd told him off like I had a mind to, it probably would have been the last time! What's even worse is that it's kind of funny...as in I'm laughing about it now, but a half hour ago I was all pissy about it. The thing is that it's the way he went about doing it. Instead of talking with me about it or something, he goes and buys me a salad. I guess my mom was right about men. For the sake of not offending any male readers, I won't type exactly what she said.
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