I could feel the women’s jaws clench in unison as the pizza man walked across the room. The scent of sauce and cheese, usually a smell of comfort, hung like a harbinger of doom as the kids took their seats at the table.
“I was really good yesterday. I had a hamburger, without the bun. But I did eat a few of the French fries.”
“I haven’t had pizza in months. It’s been so long that the just the smell makes me sick to my stomach. It’s so weird how my body can’t even stomach the thought of unhealthy food anymore.”
“I’ll have just a half piece of cake. With two forks. Sharron and I are going to split it.” Continue reading “I Don’t Care About Your Diet”
