Eating Out

So I think the Lord is trying to support my efforts (really intentions, since my efforts have been non-existent) to stop eating out and cook more.

This past week the following has happened while eating out...

Sunday- large bone in fish at a very nice seafood place. Gross.
Wednesday - roach crawled across the table at another nice place.
Saturday - tons of egg shell in my eggs benedict at brunch.

It wasn't even like these places were dumps, they are all nice. Talk about a good diet though. I stopped eating every time that happened! :)