My blood sugar, must be down. I have been really good, eliminating the sweets and white breads, and staying low carb over all.
I think it is working because I put on a pair of capri pants today that are loose! I am excited about that. I do not own a scale because they are possessed by the devil (joke), but will be weighed at the rheumatologist on my visit next week, whether I want to or not. LOL
Anyhow, it has not been easy. In fact, it sucks, but I am really determined to do it.
So, my dear hubby goes to the drug store on Thursday night with dd8. I can't remember why, but he came home with snacks.
Ok fine, I can dig that.
He buys something especially for me and presents it to me much like our cat presenting her freshly killed mouse.
"Here! I got these for you. I know you like them."
I, much like the same reaction to the mouse with entrails exposed, plaster a smile on my face and say, "Thanks". Then take said "treat" and put it away in the snack closet after he leaves the room to preen himself some more.
The "treat" you ask? An entire box of After Eight Mints.
Yes, I like them. How sweet of him to remember, right?
Wrong.
I wanted to scream but didn't. In fact, I said nothing until last night. Amazing restraint, I might add, but I will get to that later.
I mean, does he not remember the letter from my rheumatologist a week before about sugar? Ok, maybe he forgot about that, but how could he forget the fact that at dinner I was discussing the different choices I was making since I was watching my sugar! I mean, it was a whole conversation, with him andmy parents. Even about the choices at dinner, so that was not it.
Work has been bad for him lately and he has been a beast. He thinks he handles his stress, but he doesn't - it handles him.
In fact, dd8 informed him on Friday that she hadn't seen him smiling lately and she was not happy about that. He thought she was insane and looked at me to correct her, I just "harumphed" and turned back to the Yankee game.
Again, displaying amazing restraint, I think. I gave the kids some of the After Eight mints during the game.
I had decided that Saturday was going to be my cheat day and I had dessert while we were out to dinner. We were at the Macaroni Grill. To offset the cheating I had eggplant parmesan to avoid pasta. See, restraint.
At home, while watching tv, the kids polished off most of the After Eight mints and then I had a few. (ok, not so restrained, but it was my cheat day and the bloodwork is a week off)
Last night, I informed hubby that buying someone (read: wife) candy when they are trying to watch their sugar is really not the best thing to do. It would have shown more support and less stupidity to have bought something sugar-free.
I barely got a response. I know I have his over-stressed state to thank for that.
I think I am still showing amazing restraint because all the while I want to scream at him to snap out of his annoying "poor me" funk and scream how stupid and insensitive it was to buy me candy. And, hittting him with a 2x4 to punctuate my comments has also crossed my mind, but I have not screamed nor hit him with the wood.
Yet.
How long can this new found restraint last? I really don't know...but I am really trying!!!
Be well,
Dawn
ps...this was written to let off some steam, and get you all to chuckle along with me at the irony of life.
thanks. ;-D