He knows I'm on a diet, he knows I go to the gym everyday. He knows how hard I'm trying...
I go over to my grad school campus two days a week and don't get home until late. He's sweet enough to walk my dog and to bring me some dinner. Problem is the man can't cook toast (he once made a peanut butter and cocktail sauce sandwich because he thought it was jelly, but that's a different story.) So he goes out and buys me some dreaded take out. Now, not all take out is bad, there are some healthy choices around me. Some steamed broccoli, oyster sauce and brown rice would be nice. As would a nice garden salad with a touch of dressing on the side of course. So last night I come home to see what he got me for dinner...
In his infinite wisdom....he comes up with chicken parmigiana. Oh you have to be kidding. Breaded, deep fried chicken breast...oh it had yummy mozzarella cheese melted all over it (with Parmesan on the side.) It was sitting on a bed of baked ziti. ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! Since I was hungry, I ate half a breast after taking the cheese off
and half a cup of the ziti (hey, at least there was no meat in the sauce!) Ahhhh....men (apologies to any men on the site, but I mean it playfully rather than seriously
)Anyone else have a sometimes clueless husband/boyfriend/sister/brother/parent that buys chicken parm for you on a diet? Care to commiserate?

Under the circumstances, I think you did pretty dang good w/dealing with it and having your dinner. 
