My wife Karen should have been a crime scene investigator – she never misses a clue. At least as far as how many cookies or candies or whatever I’ve consumed.
Her heart is in the right place, she’s just looking out for my heart. But sometimes she gets it wrong.
I’ve been doing the Keto diet as much as possible (it’s extraordinarily limited and gets very boring after a few months) Christmas was a bust as far as the diet and I’ve been struggling to get fully back on board with no sugar or carbs since the New Year. Most days good, some not so good.
My treat is to go through the fast food drive through and order a couple of hamburgers, but with no ketchup (sugar) and no bun (I get them wrapped in lettuce) fully compliant with the diet rules.
But, I’m not sure Karen believes me about the no bun or ketchup. She has always checked the garbage and never misses making a remark about what I had for lunch.
Pre-keto diet, she might bake a big batch of muffins or cookies and always knew exactly how many I had daily. The woman counts everything and never gets it wrong.
Now, as long as she doesn’t read this blog I can admit that I no longer bring my fast food wrappers in the house, I hide them under the car seat (which she checks whenever she’s in my car) but I have made it a habit to dispose of the wrappers every morning at the radio station.
So yes, I do hide purchases from my significant other, even though there is really no need to do so. And I swear I have dropped the ketchup and the buns!
