Ice Cream vs. Burrito

One thing that is TOTALLY different about Tony and I is our definition of a treat.  Our joke is that whenever we want to "go out and chill" one night, my definition of that is to go out for ice cream.  His definition is to go and get a burrito! :)  That's why I have good sisters and girl friends.  Because I need people that I can go out and eat ice cream with!!

Today when we were at the store, Tony left for a while and came back to tell me that he got me a treat.  It looked like a donut bag from the bakery, so I was super excited.  My mouth started to salivate just thinking about eating that donut!!

Yummy!!!  We dropped him off at school and then came home to unload the groceries.  Alex was sad about something, PK had a blowout and was hungry, I had melting food in the car and I was STARVING!  Not a good combination of events.  I was pretty stressed for a moment.  Plus I was making dinner for someone that night and knew I needed to get started on part of it.  Anyways - I took care of Alex, cleaned PK and put him in the tub, got all the food out of the car and into the fridge and started the dinner.  By this time, I was SOOO ready and excited for that donut.  There was NO MORE WAITING!  I ripped open the package.  And there was that super delicious, chocolatey, ooey-gooey don....

Oh wait....  

It wasn't a donut.

It was a bagel.

My didn't quite look like this... but you get the point...

Now granted, it WAS a cinnamon sugar bagel.  And Tony KNOWS I love those.  But come on - I would NOT classify a bagel as a treat!!!!  Was I let down??  Yep!  Was I surprised??  Yep!!  Okay, not really!  This is my burrito-loving, sugar-hating husband we're talking about here!! 

In all fairness - I TOTALLY appreciated his kind gesture.  And yes, I devoured and loved EVERY second of that bagel.  I haven't had one like that in YEARS - so it really was extremely thoughtful of him.  I just let "visions of donuts dancing in my head" linger for too long! :)

I can't remember if I blogged about this - but one of the first nights I started this "reducing-of-calories-thing" (instead of saying DIET - that crazy curse word!!) we were sitting at the computer working on his paper.  As I sat there, I just kept tasting our salty dinner in my mouth.  The taste got worse and worse.  That's why I LOVE to eat something sweet after dinner.  I love to have a chocolatey or fruity taste sitting on my tongue rather than a salty one.  I finally stopped and explained this predicament to Tony asking if he even slightly agreed.  He didn't at all.  In fact, he said he couldn't even taste the dinner anymore.  Which absolutely shocked me because it was an overpowering taste in my mouth!

Something must be genetically wrong with me!!! ha ha We decided that one day we're going to do a scientific test on this theory.  So if anyone wants to participate - let me know!! :) I definitely wasn't born like Tony.  I love, crave, want, dream about and even worship sugar!!!  I'm glad I'm me... I think it's just about "reigning me in a little bit!" :)