Monday, November 15, 2010
Why do I fight it!
So, I was eating some delicious whole wheat pasta that my beautiful wife made tonight, and I was craving some bread. This started because I knew that my wife had picked up an awesome loaf of cheddar bread the other day. As I took my first bite, Joshua reached out and sweetly said "Da Da". My immediate reaction was "no baby, not for Joshua". Then I felt guilty, followed bu annoyed. Why is it not for him? He should get to eat bread to. It's not good for me either. I shouldn't eat it...but I do. I love it. It is one of my weaknesses. I had an internal struggle as to whether or not I should give him a piece. He was eating his dinner well, so I looked at the carbs on the bag, cut a piece off and gave it to him. In the end, he took a small bite, spit it out, and politely gave it back to me. All that stress, for nothing :)