My Diet Feels Like The Lusitania

This time of year is hardly the best for trying to lose weight. But coming back from Europe SO overweight made it mandatory. Wife's blood clot scare and current slow recovery has made it easier for me to cut back on the food. Not even Thanksgiving really dented the progress. 

Then came my birthday yesterday.

Actually, all was going along as planned, just like that ill-fated liner in 1917. It would be a day like any other. Like the passengers on that liner I could see the destination coast, in my case a very low calorie saute shrimp, bok choy, and mushrooms. 

Then, like the U-Boat that struck the Lusitania, it struck.

One doesn't think of Wife as a 'U-Boat'. But she comes into my office. Sits in the chair next to my desk. She says,

"de-I, I need to talk to you about something."

Those words rarely are a good thing to hear.

"I've been dreaming about pizza." She looks at me with these round, puppy dog eyes. "I dream about being denied pizza. It's your birthday. We need to do something special for you...well," she admits, "for me." She smiles fetchingly.

I can feel the thud of the torpedoes into the ship of my diet. It is listing. Will there be room in the lifeboats? I doubt it...at least for tonight.

The pizza was delicious.