Wow, what a crazy weekend. Yesterday was a total bust. Friday night when I want to bed, I was very achy, so I took a pain killer and went to bed. My husband woke me up Saturday morning with breakfast in bed (FiberOne pancakes and low-cal syrup). My husband does NOT cook, so this was very nice coming from him. After I ate, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I felt like i had a hangover. So a laid back down and went to sleep...until almost 2 p.m! WTF! I woke up with cotton mouth and cobwebs in my head. The rest of my day pretty much went downhill from there. I just mostly sat in the recliner for the rest of the day and went to bed early because I still felt woosy.
But, the good thing is that I ate within my points and got all my water in. I woke up this morning feeling MUCH better. But then my husband proceeds to erase any of the good feelings I had about him by being an asshole. I told him that I wanted to go for a walk at the park, and he started a speech about how I should just walk around the yard (we live on 1.5 acres). Well, I told him I didn't want to walk around the yard, I wanted to go to the park. Then he starts yelling about how stupid it is that I want to walk at the park and yada yada yada. He ended up apologizing, and I ended up walking 3 miles at the park.
I think my husband is a the jealousy stage of my weight loss. For the past 42 days, I'm getting smaller and he's getting bigger. But it still pisses me off that he should be encouraging me at this point instead of trying to sabatoge me by making me an emotional wreck. We have SO much going on in our marriage without adding to it. I pray that next week will be better.
I'm off to find a recipe for dinner tonight!