So, I’ve been eating healthy in an attempt to not die anytime soon (I’m working on a post about my New Year’s Resolutions). Anyway, my husband cooks dinner every night (the line for punching me in the face forms to the left) and he serves the food up onto the plates, too (and now the line goes around the block). This was my plate tonight:

Rice cake, rice snack things, and a single pea.

I’m beginning to get the impression that he has gotten sick of listening to me talk about my “diet”.