Certainly trying! I'm still recovering from my birthday. I weighed myself a few days later just for an honest dose of reality. All of the fitness gurus say that one day or even a few bad ones won't totally wreck you but I was up 5lbs and I could see it. I know that's in the range of standard fluctuations, but I haven't been fluctuating that much over these months. So, that one day definitely threw me off more than anything while I was on the road. I weighed in again today just to see if being back on my normal routine was working and now I'm only 2 lbs above my most recent low last Saturday morning. That's a more normal fluctuation.
As for him...who the heck knows. I thought it might be insecurity at first but I really don't think that's it. He was very popular at one point too. In fact, we're pretty certain he was one of the ultra popular bully athlete guys in school. He claims nobody was ever bullied in his school but that's usually the hallmark of being the one doing the bullying. At the very least, he is painfully blunt to the point that he's driven off pretty much all of our friends over the years. I even had friends leave me or refuse to do stuff with both of us because they couldn't handle hanging out with his personality. I've had to keep an eye out with softball because he's already created a few tense relationships with his personality and lack of awareness about what is and isn't offensive/appropriate. He's always had the "if you're offended, that's a YOU problem" mentality. As for insecurities...When we were dating, and even in the early stages of our marriage, he never acted threatened by other men approaching me. He even welcomed it if those men wanted to buy me drinks and save us some money. In fact, the only thing that has ever bugged him over the years is if I wear something more revealing... and even that's off because it's really silly little things. Like a pair of leggings that may be a tad see through when I bend/squat or a top with tiny sheer panels in areas around my waist and shoulders. In other words, more obviously provocative clothing was never a problem. Short skirts, cleavage, tight fitting, bare midriff, you name it... fine. Seriously, men used to sit down with me when we were out at bars, trying to steal me, while he was 10 feet away playing games and he couldn't care less. Even when we were out in CA last month I had another example occur. We were out at dinner one night but at three separate tables. I was a few tables away with another mom and he didn't bat an eyelash even though this man from another group spent the entire meal popping by to chat with me...eventually calling me beautiful, among other things. He just keeps harping on how I'm no longer fun. It's as if he'd rather have me physically and mentally miserable if it means having a drinking and eating buddy in me. Personally, I'm hitting a point where my patience is running insanely thin with all of it. He's been so indifferent about me that he's failing to pay attention to all sorts of things. Like the day in CA where he took my stuff out of the wagon to make room for his things and just left my stuff behind on the pavement, not caring or really paying attention because it wasn't his stuff. Thankfully, it wasn't taken because I had my wallet, car keys, jewelry, etc. in it. It was sitting there while we were on the nearby beach for at least an hour before I discovered what he'd done. It's a vagrant infested garage and it was just sitting there in the open behind the truck where he left it. Add in that his not caring about what anyone thinks has led to him turning into a complete slob and I'm just at a breaking point being hit with his dissatisfaction with my habits for betterment. I made an interesting observation with some of it the other week. There's a man in our softball world that I think has developed an interest in me over the last few months. He is a big guy, yet I see some real appeal there. That's critical because clearly it's not some extra weight that's making me sour at home. Some may just be that new interest is flattering, but I think it's because he's not going around in stained, dirty (food crusted on the front), ripped, etc. clothing. Sorry...long rant and maybe TMI but I'm just feeling like I'm approaching a breaking point and his preference for me being in line with his slovenly approach to everything vs. happy and healthy has me doing a lot of soul searching these days.