Been back to my restrictive ways for - how long now? - and just as I'd predicted, hubby is suddenly pulling the ol' "Wow, you look good" outta the bag again.
Love him, but he is completely oblivious.
Maybe that's part of the reason why I love him.
I can do what I want, and he won't pick up on it.
I could probably cheat on him, and he'd never figure it out.
(I wouldn't - I COULDN'T - but again, I just want to get to the point where I know the option would be there.) So bizarre, I know.
He accidentally found out about my addiction to ephedrine, and that was the only time I was actually concerned, the only time he really got mad at me (that sounds so condescending), but he actually threatened to leave me if I continued. I was pissed off that he'd found out about them (no, I was pissed off at my laziness about them to lead him to that discovery). But since then, it's been smooth sailing. It's come to the point where I could c&s literally behind his back, 2 ft away from him, and he would never know.
He's even picked up laxatives for me when he goes to the grocery store!
If he found out what was going on...doesn't matter. He's complimenting me again. Doesn't realize he never did as much before, but the fact is, he's doing it more so now.
It's working just like I had hoped it would. I'm well on my way to some better numbers on the scale by the time I travel east next month to meet up with my friend.
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