Karen, Just because someone has MD after their name does not make them a rocket scientist. My first suggestion would be a second opinion. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I'm going to assume that he meant low fat and low sugar carbs but not low complex carbs. Doing both seems like he is setting your husband up for failure. Tell him it can be done. I started at 592. I didn't start all at once. I took baby steps. For the first six months I did nothing except cook all my meals at home. No take-out or fast food was a big change, and I lost 80 pounds without doing anything else. I do know one thing, if your husband has lost weight the next time he sees his doctor, the doctor is not going to care how he did it, just that he did lose weight. Tell him that is worth everything, the look on a doctor's face when the nurse says how much weight you've lost. It's priceless.
As for his family, my mother is the same way. I finally had to break off contact with her to have a chance this time. I believe that is why God invented caller ID and voice mail. As a recovering sneaky eater myself, what helped was having nothing in the house that could hurt me. Do a pantry purge, get everything he shouldn't eat out of there, and replace it with stuff he can snack on. Fix him a lunch box everyday filled with okay stuff, and he will be less likely to mess up. Sneaky eaters are also lazy eaters. I'd pick bad stuff if it was available, but better stuff if that was all I had. It's easier to eat available good stuff than make a 7-11 run.
Kymberly-I know you were complimenting me, and I appreciate it. I have always had problems accepting compliments. I remember a time when I lost a bunch of weight, and when people noticed, I told them I had been sick. It was easier to have them think I had AIDS or cancer than to admit that I was trying to lose weight. Because to admit I was trying, was to admit that I knew I needed to all along, and hadn't worked on it until then. I had to practice some answers for this time. To compliments, I say a simple thankyou. To questions about how I'm doing it, I say "eat less, exercise more." That usually results in a sour look, because I think they are expecting me to have found the magic bullet. When asked if I had the surgery, I say, "no, I've done enough damage to my body over the years without rearranging my plumbing." I surprised myself last night though. I went to a highschool baseball game, and saw an old friend. She asked me how much I had lost. I usually say about half of what I want to. I actually told her 208 pounds. I've always hated admitting the amount. I have always weighed much more than I look like I do because of my height, the way I carry my weight, and my flab tends to be very dense and solid. I could see her looking at me, estimating my current weight, and adding 200 to it. It was really a big moment for me. I truly believe that we are only as sick as our secrets. I am trying to live my life now where I only tell the truth. It makes things easier because I don't have to remember what I might have told someone. The truth is so much easier to remember. I also don't hide things anymore. If the cops wanted to lay a search warrant on me, I have nothing they could find now to embarrass me. I've cleaned the pantry, I've cleaned the cobwebs, and I have simplified and uncluttered my world and my life. It's another reason why I am sure that this time is going to be the last time I have to lose weight.
Well, I'm off to the YMCA to do my Shamu impersonation. If anyone doesn't like it, they have my permission to kiss my big, white, etc. It will be easy too, my suit is now too big in the bottom area, so that portion of my body is quite accessible in a pinch. Flashing a cheek at the hard bodies won't get me in as much trouble as the wardrobe malfunction I had when the top of my suit was too big. Yes, I'm getting my sewing machine out this weekend to deal with the situation. Think of the headlines otherwise, "400 pound woman arrested for indecent exposure in pool." "A forklift was required to remove her from her protest sit-in while chanting, "Free the St. Pete Two!""
I was just checking in for a moment to read before the International Adventure starts. 
I wasn't going to post, but just had to after the chuckle I received reading Catherine! 
ya bunches!
Hey everyone...Thank you for all your advice and support...you all are awesome! My hubby's at day 3 and he is a bear.....but I made him a very nice dinner....2 pcs. of grilled salmon with a dry rub of curry, pepper and garlic, topped with a grilled red onion and diced tomatoes, steamed string beans and a salad. Also made a fat free easy chicken and italian veggie soup to keep in the fridge for his late nights, it is supposed to be pretty gloomy this weekend... 
I almost can't remember being 299 (and a 1/2)! I was soooo expecting a gain after vacation. What a BOOST! 
Now to get to the next goal...275! I'm giving myself until August 1...that's about 14 weeks. Think that's reasonable??? I know I may hit a big plateau any time.
Melissa,
That hurts I know. I don't have any advice for you, and I know that words won't heal the heart, but we are here for you. You can come and cry on our shoulders anytime.
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