Last evening we were to have some company. My sister-in-law and her husband and his three daughters were coming over for dinner since we had not seen them in a few weeks. The weather has been getting warmer and we were looking forward to putting the fire pit on the back patio to use. So, my husband walks in the door from work and asks me what I'm wearing. It really wasn't phrased or maybe I should say his "tone" didn't make it sounded like he actually was asking because he liked it. He made a comment like perhaps it was too risque to wear around the kids. Now, any of you who know me know that that's laughable. I mean, have your EVER known me to wear anything risque? So, because I don't take criticism particularly well (never have) I just stomped off to the bedroom to change my top. He followed me in there and tried to hug me and said "Honey, you know I love you, right?" and then "But you really need to lose some weight." and "We would both be so much happier." It was all I could do to not just bust out in tears right there. But I was more mad than sad at the moment so I just pushed him away. It was humiliating. I know he's right in a way, but his delivery just left a lot to be desired.
For the past three years I've managed to put on about ten pounds a year and I was already at a weight that I never really wanted to go over. I feel like I'm just about past the point of no return. I'm feeling very hopeless and sad.