You have my sympathy, OldBooks, and anyone else with a saboteur in your ranks, whether they be malicious or benign.
My husband is very supportive of this WOE as he is finally beginning to understand what an impact being obese has had on me, and the somewhat traumatic underlying reasons for it (which basically means I'm finally talking to him about deep, serious stuff instead of faking it and saying I was perfectly happy being unhealthy and virtually immobile).
I should have been much more open about my feelings and insecurities. I should have talked to him about my struggles years ago but wanted him to continue to view me as strong and capable rather than vulnerable or weak-willed. This was a mistake for our marriage, especially as he became less attracted to me (I know it's not nice, and it's shallow, but it's true and I can understand it). He also felt rejected as he interpreted me not bothering with my looks as a sign that I didn't fancy him or care for him anymore. And that might be controversial to some (the feminist board would eat me alive, God love 'em
), but I do understand the feelings.
We are planning our holiday meals and restaurant trips to ensure I have all the options I need to continue eating with my food preferences, so not stopping at a place that serves baguettes only, there must be a nice salad or mussels or something on the menu as well.
He's also quite happy to have my low carb high fat options for our meal and isn't bothered at all about losing the potatoes/rice from the plate as he doesn't particularly want to create extra work for me. (And before anyone asks, he cooks for me or for himself on a regular basis but the timings of his work schedule mean it is far more practical for me to do the bulk of the cooking for everyone.)
Anyway, that's today's cri de coeur.
. Namaste, bitches.