(Via text, late afternoon, at my weakest because I’m hungry and tired.)

Me: What’s for dinner?

Him: Margaritas.

Me: You’re just dying to make me the cliché who has to bitch about her sabotaging husband, aren’t you?

SERIOUSLY. He’s bad.

I could dissect this whole exchange all night.

(When I say I weigh “the exact same weight” – as I did yesterday – what I really mean is my weight is stuck fluctuating within a 4-6 pound range. And what I REALLY mean is I’m still in the 180’s. I am looking at the big picture – trends – not the actual/exact weight that shows up on the scale each morning. I’ve been doing this long enough to not get worked up over daily weight. Weekly? Yeah. Monthly? OF COURSE.)