I need to loose weight. But mostly, I want to. Im unhappy.
DH has just had a major go at me for not sticking with my exercise classes and eating rubbish. Fair enough except he didn't seem to care when he wanted me to have a burger with him while out to lunch earlier, and following this lecture has just plonked himself down next to me and is eating a huge bag of crisps.
he can't possibly have any fucking clue how difficult it is to have the willpower to loose weight, Since he eats what he wants and never gains an ounce.
now, I understand that I'm the one who said I wanted to loose weight, even though he's made it clear he really doesn't care either way and loves me how I am. Great. Honestly, great. But who the fuck made him the diet police, Oh and only when it suits him. Should he feel like it he'll suggest a takeaway as I return from the gym for example, but tonight he thinks its ok to lecture me on my failings and then eat a giant bag of crisps less than a foot from me.
ok. so im probably being unreasonable and get a flaming but im so bloody annoyed I feel like throwing all his rubbish food from his crap cupboard out of the window and tell him to go fuck himself.