So I quit my body transformation - wait, no, that's not quite right. I quit the body transformation AT THAT PLACE. I'm 100% still doing it, just back with my old trainer and doing it more sustainably. The previous place basically charged me a lot, put me on a borderline-dangerous diet, paid no attention to my physical issues (hypoglycemia, lactose intolerance, bad knees) when they assigned me supplements or exercise - to sum it up, they charged me a lot of money, treated me like a cog, and told me to suck it up because that's part of the process. So nerts to them. And I got my money back.

Anyway, so here I am, determined to get my body in a shape I am proud of. Just not in a crazy way, in a sustainable way. And DH is being a TOOL.

- Apparently I am a "quitter."

- Quitter me is still on a low-calorie, high-protein diet and needs to eat every 3 hours to keep my metabolism up, and time to do cardio. Who doesn't think it's important to schedule a day so quitter me can do these things? You guessed it.

- Who's upset that I will be spending money every month on a trainer? Yup!

- I took off my wedding rings so I can do weights. (For anyone who's never done pullups etc., rings dig into your hands.) Who hasn't noticed? Right again!

- I lost 6 pounds and 2 inches off my waist. Who hasn't noticed? Ding ding!

I am so discouraged. It won't deter me from my goals or make me start eating twinkies. It's just I just don't get how men can be so - so CLUELESS! Where's my cheering squad? (Besides DD, of course - she is my angel.) ARRRGH!

OK, rant over. Go smooch your nice boys.