Sometimes my husband just does not think. Maybe I blow things out of the water.
I mention that this blog seems to help me sort out my feelings about food. He offers a *snort*.
I take five minutes to write a quick post, he and B are nosily tearing the house apart, I huff a bit and say that I am writing. He says "you act like you think you are some kind of author now".
He has never struggled with his weight. He eats a LOT. He also works a very physically-demanding job that burns those calories. I am not envious. (at all) He does not understand. Sometimes he tries.
Sometimes I think he just gets sick of hearing me try to deal with my own weight and food issues...