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I often wonder why i even choose to change my life style of living. In one way i am doing well, but in another way i am falling on my face on the bumpy road. Today i had to work long hours, then was invited to a friends house for dinner, which i didn't turn down and wish i did know. I know that sounds horrible, but my friend said she was having pasta, salad, and a few varities of cheese plates, veggie tray, and ice tea. We show up for dinner and there is only pasta, garlic bread, soda, and cheese tray. I try to eat the least amount of not looking rude, but my husband insisted that i should try to eat a little more. This was a learning experience again, as i spread out the pasta, used a salad dish, and politley stated that i couldn't eat much because of a test that i had at the doctors office in the morning. I am learning not to feel guilty on eating certain things, but take less of what is offered and give a general reason why i didn't take more. I was worried about looking rude as if i didn't like the friends food, but i had to come home, get to bed soon, and walking on the treadmill for 15 minutes.
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