Behind Closed Doors

The other day, Dave came home for lunch.  I don't remember what we ate but I think it was  reasonably healthy lunch.  Maybe some soup and a half a sandwich kind of lunch.  When we were finished, he headed towards the freezer for the ice cream container.

"Want some?" he asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him.  Okay, I totally didn't because I have NO control over my eyebrows and can't raise only one eyebrow, but if I could have raised one I would have.  I had the emotional experience of raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nah. I'm pretty sure if I wait ten minutes I'll be full.  You should wait and see if you're full too."

And I sauntered off full of self righteousness and patting my 'just so' full stomach.  See, I didn't need ice cream after lunch and I'm better than those people that have to have ice cream after lunch.  I will be thinner.  I will live longer.  I will be a paragon of restraint!

Dave had a few bites of ice cream to satisfy his sweet tooth and left back to work.  I returned upstairs to my home office.

Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen loading a bowl up with three scoops of ice cream, a waffle cone bowl, hot fudge, whip cream, maraschino cherry and even chocolate sprinkles.  It was a mountain of a hot fudge sundae.  It was guilt and desire and goodness in a bowl and I savored every bite while I watched bad reality television on the internet.  So much for self righteousness and restraint.

So Dave, I owe you an apology.  What I should have said when you asked if I wanted any ice cream was "You go right ahead.  I like to do my bingeing alone."