Seriously, my last post was written before my dear husband decided to join the Atkin's band wagon. Now I am having Mexican and Italian withdrawals. And it's not making me happy.
If you're not familiar with the Atkins diet, let me just go ahead and spell it out for ya: no carbs.
How is a woman married to a man on this diet suppose to live?
I texted Wayne last week, "I want Mexican."
He texted back, "I can't have it."
My-salsa-and-chips-lovin'-husband say what?
I wanted to text back, "Well, Alise and I will just go to the restaurant and enjoy our selves, then!"
But the Proverbs 31 woman in me over ruled and I texted back, "Okay. We'll stay home and eat chicken instead."
Boring, no salsa and chips, chicken.
I believe my world is coming to an end.