Poor Dingy.....

I think I upset Dingy. I didn't really mean to. We ate supper this evening...a real supper...you know, chicken, mashed potatoes, broccoli. Not even an hour later, I see Dingy sitting on the couch eating leftover pizza! Everytime I turn around now she is eating! I told her she was going to need to get on the treadmill or stay active somehow if she was going to keep eating like that. I told her she was going to start looking more like ME than the way she does now. She said, "I don't want to look like you...no offense." So I said, "I don't want you to either, but I was as little as you until, I don't know, SEVENTH GRADE!" I think she put the pizza back. I didn't mean for her to put her food away. Now I probably caused her to have an eating disorder. I was merely saying she needed to stay active...not stop eating. (but I think she called me fat...is that what y'all are thinking, too?)