He sat down at the opposite end of the couch. Eyes still closed, I heard the rip of a fresh bag of chips. The smell of potato, oil and salt carved a path through the air towards me. In that moment, I was positive I had never smelled anything so delicious. In another moment, that changed. He opened the dip.
Sour cream and chive followed the path carved out by the chips straight to me. I could feel the creaminess of the dip, cool and refreshing on my tongue. I could feel the crunch of the ridged chip as my teeth sunk into it. I wanted nothing so badly as to reach over and dip a chip. I can do this, I can be strong.
I took another deep breath. I would not look at my husband and his amazing snacks. I would look at our TV. I slowly opened my eyes. Darn you Top Chef. Darn you and your perfectly medium rare steak! Darn you and your watermelon tequila zabaione! Darn you to the gym and back!
I can do this. I can be strong. And I did!