Tuesday, January 20, 2009

and those come from dolphins?

Me: I am feeling very pissy. I really think I need some endorphins.

Mr. P: Endorphins?

Me: Yeah. You are crabby, so I think you need some too.

Mr. P: Endorphins.

Me: Yeah. Endorphins.

Mr. P: And those come from dolphins?

Yeah, I must retract all my healthy postulating from last week. I was healthy, healthy, healthy girl yesterday, and still managed to lose my shit at dinner over MEAT. Oy vay. (Edited: I thought I was all clever with that verbiage, then read a post at CreativeKerfuffle that I have read before, and realized...mmm...not that clever, just a decent memory for turns of phrase.) So, instead of that, how about, instead I go with...suffering succotash? ehh. It is the end of the day now, best I got.

I had texted Mr. P that I wanted salad and a slice for dinner after the gym, and he heartily agreed. So after the gym, we at the pizza place and are discussing what we are going to get and he says that he is going to get a large garden salad with buffalo grilled chicken and a slice of sausage and pepperoni pizza. Now, I, am getting a large garden salad with a slice of cheese. The whole time he is talking about the meat, I feel like I am going to cry because...why, oh why, must he torment me by eating so much meat? So I say, "I am going to make you do Weight Watchers too, so that way you can't have ALL THAT MEAT."

uhh. What?!? Thing is, I don't even like meat all that much. I go days without eating meat, and I never, EVER, eat meat on pizza, and only in a salad if it is my "main course". Now, Mr. P LOVES meat. He likes meat on everything, he gets especially giddy if there is a way to have meat on meat, like a bacon cheeseburger, etc. But for some reason, last night, I felt like he was taunting me with italian pizza meat.

Now that I keep typing meat, I keep thinking of "meat" and the post has lost all integrity. nevermind. stupid meat.


tara said...

hee hee hee
stupid meat indeed.

DAVs said...

Start calling it "flesh." It sort of takes on a whole new meaning...maybe he won't want to eat so much flesh all the time. Or "muscle." Yum yum!

Tracy said...

99% of the time I am OK with Warren eating whatever because I understand he does not need to lose weight and I do, BUT one night after he had had a snack, then dinner (with seconds) and then a HUGE bowl of ice cream THEN he came to bed with a bowl of cereal I thought I was going to lose my mind.

I lost 1.8 last week. I am happy with that!

Not Your Aunt Bea said...

Boys suck! Why is it that they can eat whatever they want? Make me crazy. J lost weight last week just by not drinking as much Dr. Pepper as he normally does. Did I say he makes me crazy?

Jen L. said...

heh, heh, you said meat 15 times.

My husband insisted on drinking full-calorie cokes in front of me. So now that I am in charge or coke purchasing for our home, I only buy Coke Zero. SO THERE!

Lisa aka water_nymph said...

yeah, my DH eats and eats and eats and eats lol..

its tough always looking/smelling it and feeling deprived, til, like you i realize, "um, i wouldn't eat it even if i wasn't counting points"


Astarte said...


Men are just obsessed with their meat. That's all there is to it.

Damn men and their metabolisms.

creative kerfuffle said...

was it the oy vey or the meat talk that made you think of me : ) cos i read this post and what did i take away from it? meat meat meat and you were pissy so you wanted to have sex. and meat. and yes, that's what the 12 yr old boy in me thought : ) he heh he
and btw--the hubs and mr. p would love to get pizza together cos the more meat the better. bacon cheeseburger? check. but? the hubs eats some NASTY meat combos. chicken salad on a left over pork chop becomes a sandwich. ewwwwwww.

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