So, here I am, 2 months (as of Aug 30th) into my new lifestyle. I am feeling tremendously better. I have lost 24.5 lbs and 4.5 inches (the inches are just in the last month - I didn't take measurements in the beginning). I can wear my wedding rings again, my feet are no longer swollen, and I started a C25K program with the plan of working up to a triathlon by next Sept. I can't believe the crap and quantity of it that I used to eat.
So yesterday, I wanted to take some commemorative 25 lbs lost photos... oh, bad idea (though, I expect that in a year I will be glad to have them). DH (the D still standing for dear at this point) is taking the photos and after each one I am walking back over to him to review them with increasing horror. I am nearly in tears by the 3rd picture and caring man that he is says (and I quote), "Yeah, well, think about how long I've had to look at it" - "it" being me. Thanks, hon - that's a great way to be supportive. I have some other choice words for the D in DH now!
Anyway, after a couple hours of not speaking to him, I reminded myself that I am doing this for me not him and that I have made a lot of improvements... maybe a new DH is in order.
Oh, he tried to redeem himself later by saying that my butt is getting smaller - at this point though I wasn't interested in what he had to say so I told him to kiss it.
Thanks for letting me share... and for sharing your stories as well.