No One Ever Listens to Katie...Even Katie

I knew it was going to be bad.  The past few times at the dentist, they've told me about issues that I just couldn't afford to fix and now the poo was going to hit the fan...I just knew it...and I was right.

Let me just say that despite the horrible news I received, this was the BEST experience at the dentist I've ever had.  The people at Monroe Family Dentistry are amazing, kind, and professional and had a way of presenting the difficult news that didn't turn me into a crying mess.  haha.

Standing at the counter after my appointment with Nick and Bear, we heard all the work that needed to be done and the money it was going to cost us.  I know all Nick was hearing was "ka ching ka ching ka ching..."  "Just do it all," he says

"ALL of it?" I reply.

"Yes.  Let's just get all the issues taken care of once and for all."

"Ok...Let's schedule it."

"This will mean no Comicon 2012 because of the cost, but it doesn't rule out Comicon 2013.  If you hit the goal we set by the end of January, we'll go in 2013."

My heart sank to my stomach.  No Comicon 2012!?!  But...But...Doctor Who is celebrating its 50th year next year!  I'm sure it's going to me more marvelous than EVER!  Extreme disappointment settled in me.

I scheduled all the work to be done in February 2012 (yay...going to be in SO much pain that month).  A root canal, 4 cavity fillings, and 3 wisdom tooth removals.  Ugh.

"Check the glove compartment.  I knew you were going to be disappointed, so I put something in there for you," Nick says.

I find $60 happy monies in there.  Well, that's something...then temptation struck...

"Also, I'm giving you the choice of either going out to dinner or going home.  It's up to you where we go."

Don't give in!  You still have Comicon 2013!  Don't let this derail....

Oh shut up! *punches will-power out*  She should be out for a while.

"Let's go to Red Robin.  I want a hamburger."

"Are you sure?" Nick asked.

"Yes!  Go!"

I knew I didn't have much time before will-power would kick in and stop me.  We got there.  Ordered fried cheese sticks and fried zucchini with ranch to start and the Bleu Ribbon Cheeseburger and sweet potato fries for my meal...still not a peep from will-power.

Nick and I shared the appetizer.  Mmmmm...It has been SO long since I've had fried food.  I let it linger on my tongue.  The wonderful mix of cheese, fried breading, and ranch dressing made my taste buds dance.  Then came the burger.  It was so nommilicious!  Spicy and tangy and the sweet potato fries were so sweet and salty and...oh...what is that?

I got about three-quarters of the way done when I started to feel it...my tummy reacting to the abuse I just handed it.  I quickly scarfed down the rest of my burger before

What's going on?  Where am I?  RED ROBIN?!?!?  What are you doing?

I should have listened to you.  I'm feeling the pang of guilt...and tummy-ache.

No one ever listens to Katie...

Oh...you're the side of me no one ever listens to.  It's almost irresistible to ignore you.  I'm sorry.  It won't happen again.

That's what they all say.  Listen to this, at least:  It's OK to have a treat every once in a while, but not when it's a result of an emotional situation and not when you know you have no control over yourself.  Emotional eating is not controlled eating.  Eat a fry every once in a while.  Have a bite of a burger.  Heck!  Have a burger, but not one laced with fatty meat, cheese and fried onion strings!

I don't even want to know how many calories I just consumed.

I don't either.

So I can't turn back time and change what happened last night, but I CAN learn from it and make sure it doesn't happen again.  I still have Comicon 2013 as a goal to get to and I DID get $60 out of the deal, so it's not a total bust.  Back on the horse again today.  Going to work out even though I feel like crap and have no voice. 

I'll tell you what, on that note.  I have a special empathy now for those who are mute and have babies transitioning into toddlerhood.  It is very difficult to communicate anything to her.  Luckily, I've been teaching her the hand sign for "all done" at meals, so I at least have that, but I'm going to be chasing her all day.  Mutes, I feel for you!