I've decided that I shouldn't blog during the week that TOM* is visiting. If fact, I should really be allowed to move into my own apartment for that week because I really believe that PMS is a mental illness and I'm afflicted with it.
So...TOM was here last week and he brought a couple pounds with him that don't want to leave. WHY do I have to deal with this every month? I'm so tired of it.
Speaking of tired....I'm really tired of comments from my husband.
Sunday night...he was making me dinner for Valentine's Day (salmon with red onion and mushrooms) and I was sitting at the table enjoying a glass of wine and looking at my stats on this blog.
I told him that I love reading some of the things people google to get here and that most of them include Fat Mommy and hCG related searches.
He asked me if this blog is a joke. Since I'm obviously not losing any weight.
My feelings were hurt. Badly.
I joked it off like I always do...that's how I handle people that are supposed to love me making comments about my weight. Oh and I normally eat a box of cookies.
I didn't have any cookies.....
Last night...we were laying in bed talking about the kids and I mentioned how my 3 year old Mallory is always hungry. She's very thin and appears to have a very high metabolism. I think she burns her food really fast...so I'm constantly feeding her!
My husband told me that he thinks she's trying to get fat so that she looks like me.
He might has well have stabbed me in the heart. In fact, I swore to God I was bleeding somewhere...turned out to be tears.
My heart hurts so badly this morning. I can't imagine that this is why she's hungry all the time.
Or is it my husband's passive aggressive way of telling me that he doesn't want a fat wife anymore.
If he's trying to motivate me to lose weight...this doesn't help.
It makes me what to eat cookies.
This is what I grew up with.
This is where this all started.