week 2

My weight stayed the same, but so did my resolve.
It was a tough week. One day, Sam, my 18 year old son, called and said he had been hit be a car. He was on his motorcycle. He was not hurt but the bike was not good.
I had been making a veritable feast of shrimp salad and garlic ciabatta bread for the whole family, minus Dan and family.
After dinner, I felt my nerves and though comfort food was in order, so I suggested ice cream and hot fudge sauce.
Soon as it was opened everyone was on me to not have any. I was allowed only a couple of bites. Normally, I would appreciate this kind of support. But with adrenalin flowing because of Sam's accident.....I wanted to "bond" with the rest of the family by eating a little ice cream, too.
What happened was that I ended up going out in the yard by myself.....which is not very bonding or comforting at all, when everyone else is together eating ice cream.
I told Brian later that night, that given the circumstance, I should have had a small bowl with freedom, rather than 3 bites with bitterness.
Interesting.....