I’ve been eating more as my stress has been increasing. That pause button that got pressed with shedding inches – that whole plateau thing – might just be released, but in the wrong direction. So, back to conscious portion control.

Which is not an easy thing when your wife makes delicious things like the cake pictured here. Luckily for me, she’s also the one determined to control my portion sizes.

Today, she’s making her homemade spaghetti sauce. By the time I get to it, it will have been cooking in the crock pot for HOURS and HOURS. Hunter and I will be sitting down at the table, drooling our faces off, trying our damnedest to be patient. Cian will be chanting, voice shrilling, “Ghetti! Ghetti! Ghetti!”

Shortly thereafter, we will all get in trouble for waking up the baby.

But when that perfect sauce lies atop its bed of serpentine pasta, crowned by a single slice of garlic bread (and possibly grated parmesan cheese), we will breathe in the scent of perfection, and all will be right with the world.