Committed

I am back under 200 today (199.8) for the first time in many weeks since the holidays.  I should be happy.  Its a sign that the eating is getting back under control, and that weight loss is possible again.  [You know how it is, you gain a few pounds and you start wondering how you ever lost any weight to begin with.]

But I’m not happy today.  I’m really depressed.  I was already a bit blue from all the rain, but nothing major.  And then for the second time in a week my husband is giving me the silent treatment over stupid stuff, like we’re children.  I am embarrassed to even write this on an anonymous blog.  I am 35 years old, in what I would call a very strong, happy relationship for 14 years.  Its incredibly frustrating.

UPDATE:  we made up.  i’m still disappointed in us, but hopefully it will serve as a lesson for the future.