Sanctimonious Husband

I hate having arguments with my husband, because in his eyes... he's always right.

Plus half of our arguments are over childish sht.

I told him I didn't want to watch "his" show with him because he forces me to watch them out of order. He then explained I had the ability to watch them at night. Which isn't true [I share television time with the kids]. However, I also explained that I like to watch shows in order. He KNOWS this about me. I've re-started whole series over and over if I lose my place. So, his thought is that I can watch Episode 10 today and spend that time "with the family" [as if the kids aren't plugged straight into their tablets the whole time] and then watch the previous episodes at night that way HE doesn't lose HIS place in the show while I work and he continues to watch the rest without me.

It's so childish and stupid to fight over this, especially since it's *my* lunchtime. My breaktime.

My frustration is his reaction, he started swearing at me and then stomping around and ignoring me for the rest of the time while mumbling under his breath.

I can't live with that hostility and honestly I'd rather be ANYWHERE but here right now. I know I love him but right now I don't like him at all.

day 3 of Keto

That's right. I was sick and tired of looking at the scale and seeing it go up, so I'm back on Keto. So far it's been pretty good. I'm kind of concerned for tonight after work. Yesterday I skipped dinner cause I wasnt really hungry and then this morning I wasn't really feeling breakfast.... I just had a snack of cheese, which I try to limit, and hopefully that'll keep me full until dinner.

Lunch today was leftover salad.

What I'm most proud of myself is the amount of water I'm drinking. And I've essentially cut out coffee.

Yay.

Depression

I'm struggling to fight off my depression today because I'm so concerned over my weight.

It's a good day. It's beautiful out, I worked some weekend OT for the first time in forever, and the kids are at their grandparents. Today should be a nice "break" day and yet I'm struggling with myself.

My kitchen still looks pretty great, so that's a win.

Depression sucks. Being obese fucking sucks even more.