Sunday, January 29, 2012
So today I reached the 4 pound mark. I was so happy that I did 90 minutes of cardio. This is the first time I have had this kind of self motivation work for me. Just celebrating the little things. WooHoo!!!!
Then the brakes slammed on as I told my DH about the greatness of my morning. His reply was much less than I had expected. Actually it was the exact opposite of what I wanted and needed. I got the "And...your point is? Am I supposed to jump up and down every time you lose a pound? That's just stupid." reply. Then he thought it would be funny to give me a list of things to do while he is working this evening and then ask "can your fat ass get that done?"
Are you kidding me?!?!?
As if that wasn't enough he proceeded to tell me that four pounds in 3 weeks is nothing because he has lost 7 and hasn't even tried. I tried telling him that men and women lose differently and he just doesn't believe that. And while I am on my rant, I might as well point out that I don't like to work out when he is home because he makes fun of me then tells me I better do more cause it isn't working.
In one day I have gone from happy and hopeful to sad, depressed and angry. I know that I shouldn't let what others say bother me so much, but its my husband and if there is one person other than myself that I expect to be supportive it is him. I don't think I am asking too much.
Now to spend the rest of the day sticking to my plan and not letting myself get off track. Tomorrow is another day and at least I decided to blog instead of drowning my sorrow in sweets like I used to do. One step at a time, I will get through today and each day after that no matter who is behind me or not.