I know Hubby meant well in making the decisions he did for our dinner this evening, but the meal we just finished was probably the most disappointing one I've had in a long, long time. Because I try to eat sensibly for breakfast and lunch, I really look forward to topping off the day with a good, healthy meal that makes me feel like I've accomplished what I set before me in regards to food and my health. I admit, I veer off the healthy foods path far more often than I like, and that's why the last meal of the day is so important to me. Tonight, that still-bleeding, three inches thick hunk of meat with all that fat running through it, well, let's just say the dog enjoyed it. I felt immense sadness as I walked away from the table after only eating a sweet potato and a piece of birthday cake made for Angel Baby who turned 14 today, and now my mind is in anguish over not having eaten a healthy meal. This evening's dinner ended up being one of those moments that can't be taken back. There's no do-over.
To get my mind off the suffering it is experiencing, I'm going to go shopping. I have a list of foods I need for my healthy foods pantry and fridge, and I think walking the aisles, putting veggies, fruits and fish into the cart are exactly what I need to move past this painful event. See, just thinking about the shopping is making my mind slow itself, move away from the tragedy that was dinner.