The front door starts to open so I try to grab onto the dogs so they don’t try to escape. I then hear “Can’t you get this?”
But it is too late. The bag goes falling to the floor open side down. And my fries go all over the dog hair and dirt covered floor.
We all freeze. Well, except for the dogs who see an awesome meal just sitting there so they dive in.
The kids suggest I scoop up the fries and eat them anyway. Although tempting, I really don’t want the added dog hair and dirt so I let the dogs have it.
Then I do what any self-respecting adult would do. I walk over to the couch, sit, put my face in my hands, and cry.
Yes, I cried over spilled fries.
Hubby and the kids try to comfort me. A offers me her fries. But I decline because I know she wants to eat them. It was very kind of her to offer.
I only spend a few minutes in this state and then I pull myself together.
You see, I’ve been attempting to keep track of what I’m eating and how many calories I’m eating in my latest attempt to get healthier. So when I made my order to Hubby, I specifically decided to have fries in lieu of other treats like a frappe or something. So my little treat became my dogs’ treat and that totally SUCKED.
All that said, did losing my fries really warrant tears?
I thought about it more a little later and realized that I needed to take some information from this. Learn a little. I have to find a way to get food to release the grip on me. I mean, come on, so sad to have that reaction over food.
And I realized that this could also be a sign of a possible depressive episode grabbing hold. So I need to be mindful of that.
So maybe crying over spilled fries isn’t so bad. Maybe a little embarrassing to admit but could be another way for me to learn a little more about myself.
Added bonus, now people know not to touch my fries. My kids have offered me fries a few times since then since they know how much I like them. Score.