I worked this whole holiday week. We opened Christmas presents at 5:30 in the morning before I left for work. It was great, but after being at work for a few hours I felt bad and thought I should be with the family. In my despair I called the man to hear how much fun our sweet angels were having. As soon as he answered I could hear one screaming "THAT IS MINE!" and another "THIS IS BROKEN! IT IS BROKEN!!!" Then I heard his deep breath before he yelled out "THAT IS ENOUGH! I SAID THAT IS ENOUGH!!" I slowly and without remorse clicked the end button.
Candy for breakfast, no sleep and new things to battle over it nearly broke my heart having to not be there. I thought about calling back but got lost in the euphoric silence of work.
I am on a new diet... I started it a week before Christmas because yes I hate myself. I was doing to great until Christmas eve. Cookie trays started showing up at the door step. I had not had sugar for a week and felt it was only polite to at least have a sample or four.
After my mini binge me and the man headed out for last minute gifts. As soon as we left the driveway stomach started to cramp. I felt like I was going to vomit. I began to sweat like a dog and I was dizzy and all of a sudden I could not breath. All I could think was Oh great God gave me a chance to stick to my diet and I go and cheat now he is going to kill me.
I told the man I don't feel good over and over again. He asked me if I wanted him to take me back home. I screamed out NO! Take me to the hospital I am having a heat attack!
After about five minutes all of a sudden I felt fine.
I HAD A PANIC ATTACK BECAUSE I CHEATED ON MY DIET!
I gave away all the cookies... I never thought I would die by cookie I always pictured death by cake. Frostingand tears everywhere!