They're Just Nuts!

So, funny story. Well, it was funny at the time, but it then it just became a mess. Mike, Melissa, Melanie, and I are all doing the South Beach diet together. The past two weeks have been the strict phase, or “Phase 1.” It’s kind of tough because you can’t eat any bread, potatoes, fruit, or candy. (And let’s be honest – I miss the fruit and the chocolate the most.) Anyhow, it gets more livable after a week or so, but it’s still tough.

Among the four of us we trade off holding dinners at our homes, making it easier to eat right (since we’re all together). Tuesday night we were at my parents’ house grilling up chicken, steak, and vegetables Korean style. Jesse and I had to leave early because the bishopric was meeting us at our apartment at 7:30 (yes, we’ve been semi-inactive for the last three months – too many trips). So I can’t say that we were totally full when we left.

Later I sat down on the couch with our big canister of cashews to snack on. Jesse had just asked if he could eat the only chocolate I had hidden in the house, which he found in the pantry. Better he eat it than me, so I let him. Then he came over and took the canister of cashews and started eating handfuls of them. (Really, he was still hungry – couldn’t blame him there.) The problem was that there weren’t very many left. Maybe it was the thought that he just got to eat chocolate, or maybe I was just ornery from sugar deprivation. But I got upset. And he was a bit surprised by that.

Well, a couple of days later I had to explain the insensitivity of eating all the cashews when it was all I could snack on. And the more I tried to explain that, the sillier it seemed. But last night I came home and found flowers, a big, new can of cashews, and a note on the table. I’ve got to hand it to him – I may have had to explain the issue to him (and my sometimes-irrational femalenss), but he nicely made up for it.

But I still think he believes I was just bitter that he got to eat my chocolate.