Ren wanted to go to McDonald's for a Big Mac this weekend. Also wanted to go to Graeter's for Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip Ice Cream. Wouldn't get off of it. He was driving me crazy! He has lost 25 pounds now, and he thinks he's half-way done (LOL, maybe a fourth, but that's a battle to come). He deserves to celebrate. So I finally just said, "I refuse to go watch you stuff your face with a Big Mac, but if you want to go to Graeter's, I'll go. We'll get you ice cream and take a little drive down to Spring Grove Cemetery to eat it so I can look for a nice plot to plant you in when you go and die on me."
I didn't hear another word about junk food. My daughter told me I'm evil. And coming from her, that's a good thing!
Thanks for the suggestion!
Love and hugs...
BEV