best thing about my parents coming in:

this arrived with them!

worst thing about my parents coming in:

the gluttonous eating.

I don’t know how to go to a restaurant and order, erm, wisely. i eat really well when i’m cooking it myself (or when my Haydee is cooking it). only brown bread, brown rice, lots of veggies, lots of protein. sensible. but, in my mind, when i go to a restaurant, i want to enjoy myself. that means eating the bread (the white bread! i know, shocking!) the fries, the appetizer, the dessert, the whole gamut.

the problem, of course, is that usually the husband and i go out to eat once a week. so, i allow myself this one meal on sunday night to pig out. but when your parents come for an entire week and you are eating at least one meal out a day, sometimes two, this is where the problem lies.

i’m thanking my lucky stars that i got the hoodie in a medium, because by the time this week’s over, it may be the only thing that fits… 🙂