This is a vent, pure and simple. It is *another* in a line of blogs that is simply me blowing off steam, which is exactly what I didn't want my blog to become. But I've got to get this out, and this seems to be the only place to do that. As always, I expect no one to want to read my negativity.
My hubby's sick. So when he's not working or sleeping, he's wanting to go out to eat. I love him, but he's killing me with this! Chili's, I can deal with. I have my Black Bean Soup or Carne Asada to choose from, but Chinese? Mexican?! I'm trying to make healthy choices wherever we go, but sometimes it's hard to do. And next to impossible to track. Not to mention how unhealthy my daughter's eating is at these places. And the money we're spending?!?! Ugh! I understand that he's looking for comfort through the food and service, but I have gained back 2 pounds since my last weigh in less than a week ago.
This is not about my wanting my husband to feel better, which I do. In fact, it's because of my sympathy for him that I don't put up any kind of fight when he says, 'How about we go to such-n-such for dinner?" it's about how I feel about myself as a result of how he's feeling. I was so proud at my progress, now I feel dumpy and sad.
This will pass, and I will take off those 2 pounds and, hopefully, then some. But right now, I'm just a little frustrated with the situation...