Thursday night while I was casually chatting with Arron, I mentioned that December 5, in the Dutch tradition, is Sinterklaas Day. I told him that basically means he has to buy me a chocolate letter and a present and put it in my shoe. He laughed and told me that it sounded like I was making a tradition up to get him to buy me a present, especially since I was telling him this on December 4. I laughed too, because when it comes to things like eating my delicious olibollen he likes dutch things, but when it came to buying me a present on a random day in December, he didn't want to participate.
December 5 was a pretty normal day. I worked, I had fun working, it was a good day. Until about 6pm. Then life went downhill quickly.
I am currently on a 'lifestyle change' (aka sucky diet that makes me sad because everyone knows chocolate and salt are more fun than veggies.) I'm doing well with it but after an 11 hour day at work, and a long week, I was ready to cave. My desire to remain strong in my healthy eating habits was not helped when my co-worker brought a pizza into the room we were working in. Then by six pm, and smelling pizza for two hours my resolve was weakened even more. All I wanted from life, was a super greasy teen burger and onion rings. I left work determined that would be my dinner. But as I was driving to the A&W down the road I said to myself, "Nikki, no. You will regret it tonight, you'll get a stomach ache and tomorrow you will feel so bad, and when you go to your fat-meeting on Tuesday you won't have lost any weight and you will be even more sad and mad and angry. Go home and make yourself a salad and some chicken."
So I did.
And I still wanted a Teen Burger and was sad.
If you have ever struggled with weight and healthy eating, you know how incredibly hard it is to say no and turn from unhealthy foods. It is an addiction that is sastifying in the moment and fixes all your life problems as you mow down on grease and salt and deliciousness. I was miserable. Even more miserable thinking about how it was 7pm and I still *should* work out, but really, really, really didn't want to.
Enter my wonderful, wonderful, wonderful husband.
WITH A PIZZA
Talk about ruining my evening even further. I had to say no to the delicious greasy cheesy temptation a THIRD TIME in just over an hour. Talk about being tempted to throw it all to the wind and just get fat.
My husband though, who is wonderful, knows that I struggle with this, and to be nice to me, took his pizza and a well deserved Friday beer into our bedroom so I could work out and not be tempted by his delicious smelling pizza.
I did my work out (angry), had a shower (angry), cried a bit about how it is easier to be fat and unhealthy than to be strong and healthy and it's not fair, and then curled in a sad, angry, mopey ball on the bed beside my husband's pizza...and my husband as he happily sipped beer and munched on delicious pizza. We chatted a bit about our long hard weeks and Arron asked me if I had stopped and grabbed the mail. (I hadn't). He told me his night would just be oh so much better if he had the newspaper - specifically the Canadian Tire flyer that he looks forward to every Friday. He went on and on and on about how much he wanted that paper and I had more clothes on than he did so I should be the one to go down the street to get it for him despite the fact that I was in my pajamas. He was being pretty irritating about it actually.
So I (grudgingly and angrily) decided I would go get him his (damn) newspaper. I would be a good wife. Go out in the cold. In my pajamas, in the dark of winter, to get my husband his newspaper. He had worked 60 hours that week, and was on call all weekend and through the nights, and bought me flowers for no reason earlier in the week, and I didn't make him supper, and was kinda a miserable person to be around, so I would get him his newspaper and make him happy.
But I was not happy.
He was eating pizza and beer in bed. How was this fair?
So I grumpily put on my boots - and found a metal N inside of it attached to a string. I followed the string through the living room, around the lamp, down the hallway, to the bedroom door where it led to the bed where Arron was. I said, "if this string is attached to your _____, I'm not going to be impressed." He laughed and told me to keep following it. It went under the bed and was attached to a present and a picture of Sinterklass and Zwarte Piete.
Then I started crying.
Because he is so nice and I was so miserable. He just gave me a hug and said, "you haven't even opened your present yet!"
I opened it and was SO incredibly happy to find an IPad Mini - the thing I have been dreaming about owning for months!!!! He is so generous and wonderful and clever! What a guy! He turned my horrible evening into a wonderful evening.
Yay.
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