I am convinced that my wife is trying to kill me so she can collect the insurance money and run off with her boyfriend. She knows that I am trying to run and get in some resemblance of a man in decent shape. Wednesday through last night was horrible diet. Breakfast and lunch were legit, dinner, not so much. Horrible fattening food, but she cooks it, so I eat it. I learned that really fast in our marriage.
Saturday night was pretty much a planned night of alcohol and tasty food before the concert with Waffle House. I knew that one was coming.
Wed: Pintos, buttermilk cornbread, ham, macaroni salad, collard greens with cheese melted and poured over them.
Thurs: Country fried steak with gravy to go along with the leftovers from the night before.
Fri: Chopped steak, gravy, mashed potatoes and green beans.
Sunday: Fried chicken fingers, green beans, mashed potatoes for lunch and homemade pizza for dinner.
Last night: Chilie rellenos, stuffed with beef and cheese sauce, chicken enchiladas, yellow rice and refried beans.
God love her for being a good cook and cooking all the time, but damn, she is killing me.