I've started watching what I eat and exercising in attempts to fit into a ball dress that is two sizes too small. Oh, and I'm supposed to do this all in a month! I've been at it for about a week now and according to my scale this morning I had not lost a pound. Nothing. I'm stressed out, I know I won't fit into that dress, and if I do happen to get it zipped it is not going to be pretty.
So onto mistake #1 for the day: telling my husband I'm frustrated with all of this. At the time I just wanted some pity and some support. Instead he gives me this little gem "Once you start getting smaller you will see your weight drop"..... If I wasn't on the verge of tears before then he sure opened the flood gates with that one. I'm sure he didn't mean anything offensive by it but it wasn't what I needed to hear from him. Sigh.
Mistake #2: Thinking he'd apologize once he got home. Didn't happen! He had a very chatty conversation with his mother but could he say "I'm sorry" to me? No way. He muttered two whole sentences to me the entire night...... So when he went to bed for the night I figured I'd go in too and maybe he'd say something then. WRONG! Still nothing. So I waited, and waited.... And then I heard his sleeping noises. I've told him multiple times I absolutely hate going to bed upset but he never seems to remember that. Just like he couldn't remember to aplogize....
