Wow. Whew, lotsa passion here.
1, hubby and I did fight about the burner. He though he had shut them all off, but one was still on low. No excuse, but that's what happened. He owned up and said that was incredibly dangerous, apologized etc. He didn't even remember yelling at us or being nasty when we woke him up. He said he forgot his depression meds the night before, so he had taken them that morning, so I don't know if that's why he was out of it or what.
2, I don't particularly like mashed potatoes, and I make them as healthy as I can with skim milk and no butter with some garlic and stuff to make them taste better. I did make dinner the way I did (besides the salad, I wanted that) because he wanted it that way. No big deal.
3, The kids didn't eat much of dinner. They didn't like the meat and neither of them like mashed potatoes. They ate some of the salad and a few bites of the meat, so yeah, they were hungry later. I used one piece of bread, all-natural REAL peanut butter (made with only peanuts, lol) some Simply Fruit jelly, and then I cut that in half. They had 1/2 a piece of bread with some pb&j between them. I don't usually do snacks like that, but dinner really did suck. I hate justifying why I feed my kids.
I know hubby is depressed. He's going through a lot and we're struggling to get his doctors to see that he's still having problems even with the meds. I am an emotional eater. When I get angry, frustrated, sad, bored, anxious or worried, I eat. I have been going through a very stressful time, and most of it started right around the time I decided to change my diet and get healthy. It's made it VERY difficult to stay on track. None of the stressors are things I can control, and that makes it even worse. I'm having issues with my mom, my sister (we're not speaking), my husband's job is in jeopardy, as is his health, my own health isn't the greatest and I've been run through the ringer with tests and scares for the past few months with no diagnosis, the brand new truck we bought (well, insurance did after the accident in april) has a severe mystery problem with the brakes and has been in the shop taking us down to one vehicle, and then all the normal stuff like money etc.
This is something that is my issue, I'm not blaming my husband. Like I said, I am in control of what goes into my own mouth and why it goes there. I just wish he'd understand how hard it is for me to say no, and stop "helping" me slide. He brought home cheeseburgers and fries from my favorite place yesterday because he knew I was upset over my sister. He told me that he knew I'd had a bad day and brought me a treat. That doesn't help! I told him that, and he understood. I had 1/2 of the cheeseburger and 3 fries. That took a lot of restraint from me! I feel like an alcoholic, but with food. And how the **** do you avoid food?
edit: And as for the grocery shopping and who does what, he ALSO goes grocery shopping. He knows I won't buy certain things, so he often goes with me or goes by himself. He knows how to push a cart. :P
, so it should explain the rage! Ha. And even when my severly depressed Mom was at her lowest low swing, she never put my life in danger like that, nor would she ever have told my father what to do, like that... I can't imagine.
