Sunday, March 11, 2012
I'm so focused on losing weight that I'm starting to obsess. I asked my hubs to make me breakfast, and I'm a control freak, so I tried really hard not to judge or hover while he made it. When I came to get my food I looked over and he had a bottle of canola oil on the counter. I freaked when I realized he cooked my egg beaters in oil because I forgot to buy Pam when I was at the store yesterday. When I say I freaked, it ended with me in our bedroom, door closed, covers over my head in the bed (crying). What the heck is wrong with me???? I'm so afraid of a little canola oil in the pan and on my eggs, which he patted dry, that I turned into a puddle of emotions. Thank God he's a loving, forgiving man; otherwise, I'd probably be lonely for the rest of my life.
I've pulled myself together and I'm putting things back in perspective. He's going to love me regardless of whether or not I lose weight and get back in shape. That's what matters the most. However, I will not stop what I've been doing to change my physical body, but I will be a little less rigid moving forward.