Disappointing Jillian Michaels

After the excitement of the snow on Saturday, Andy came home and decided that we should go out and get something for dinner.  I didn't really care where we went, because I had lunch not to much earlier with my friends after getting my hair done.  I wasn't even close to hungry.  I told Andy he had make the decision of where to go, since I wasn't eating.  This in of itself was a challenge, because for some reason, I'm the one who is supposed to make these kinds of decisions.  I don't want to always be the one to chose where we eat.  I have to choose what everyone eats all week long.  I get tired of making that decision, but for some reason my husband doesn't want to do it.  This time it was all him, since I wasn't eating anyway. HA!  I win!  


First we went to Barney's.  It's a sports bar/restaurant we go to sometimes.  (Which, by the way I suggested, once Andy started to panic about making the restaurant decision.)  It's a great place to go with the kids, because there's a huge menu, TV's everywhere, and it's loud enough to not hear a screaming two year old.  Oh not to mention they have wine.  And beer.  And booze.  You know, for choices.  We did not stay there, however.  They wanted to charge us a ten dollar cover charge for some fight or something we didn't care or know about.  But hey!  They wouldn't charge us for the kids!  Really?  Because they were the ones who wanted to watch the fight, and they were willing to let us do it for free!  We Win!


Back to square one!   Andy decided to go to Shakey's Pizza.  Now for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of eating at a Shakey's I assure you, you are missing nothing.  I am a believer of the "even bad pizza is edible" idea. The same is true for Shakey's but just barely.  It's better than Chuck E. Cheese.  It is however very family friendly and usually fast.   USUALLY.


We ordered and sat down to wait.  The kids were hungry and starting to become unruly.  I was even starting to get hungry.  Great, now I had to have Shakey's pizza.  Oh well. Maybe I didn't win after all.   I did realize, however, if I ever want a self esteem boost, it is a great place to go.  I was in the top five of most attractive girls and probably top three of thinnest, and the place was busy.  It's hard to feel attractive on your best hair and full makeup days,  living in Los Angeles.  Especially when you run into woman like Christine Taylor (Ben Stiller's wife) at gymnastics.  No makeup, hair in a ponytail and she could still turn heads.


The food seemed to be taking forever to get to the table.  Maybe it just seemed like it was taking long because the kids were getting super antsy.  Sonya had already spilled her drink and I had taken two of them to the bathroom at different times already.  Plus I swear the people behind us got there after we did and got their food first.  I was just about to go up to the counter and start my "where's our food rant", when  FINALLY it came.  The kids started scarfing down pizza at a rapid pace.  They were obviously famished.  It's a shame I never feed them.


Even Lana was eating like it had been days since she'd seen food.  Although pizza is one of the few foods she will eat without protest.  She was on slice number three, when she asked for another one.  She did have a bit of leftover pieces on her plate, so I pointed it out and told her to eat some of what she had before getting another one.  She agreed and finished what she had. Then she stood up to grab her fourth piece.  We were in a corner booth, so the standing up wasn't that big of a deal, except that it let her voice carry for what she said next.  As she was going for her fourth piece she stretched, patted her belly, and said in a more than normal voice,


"I WANNA GET FAT!!"


Andy and I looked at each other, and I couldn't help it, I totally lost it.  Andy kept it together.  I don't know how he does that.  I think it stems from his worry about what everyone else is thinking of us in that moment.  I, on the other hand, I don't really care.  I don't know those people and will most likely never see then again, so whatever.  Granted most of the people in there weren't the skinniest people in the world, so perhaps some of them took offense, but she is only three.  It's not like she was trying to be mean.  In fact all she was trying to say was that she wanted to get really full and make her belly big.  That's what she explained to us about five minutes later, after I changed my pants from having peed in them.


The rest of the meal was thankfully uneventful, and Lana ate enough to fill up her belly.  I don't really think it was enough to make her fat, especially considering the kid is not even 30 pounds at almost four years old, but at least it made her full for the night.  That is something that doesn't happen on a regular basis with her.  One thing is for sure, that is not a statement she'll be making in fourteen years from now.