Dark clouds

So I have been doing kick ass on the diet. I have stuck to it 100% and have lost a pretty big chunk of weight. (The last time I lost weight even close to this was when I had the flu. LOL) I have hit a plateau because my body is happy being a fatty. I however am not, so I keep on keeping on.

I was so thrilled with what I had done that I was on top of the world. And then she struck...

Have I mentioned lately that my MIL sucks? I called her the other day so that Christian could wish her a happy birthday and let it slip that I was on a diet. After finding out how much weight I have lost she had to one-up me with the weight other people have lost. She asked about exercise. I told her what I am doing (almost 3 miles, at 3 MPH and 2% incline) and she tells me she is walking 4 miles a day, blah, blah, blah. She can never let me have my moment, you know?

So I fell for her trap (you would think that after 17 years I would know better) and let her ruin my attitude. After a lifetime of it, Marty is immune to her BS and tried to cheer me up. My MIL has problems and I need to just move past this and remember to keep my mouth shut next time! I am vowing right here an now to never let her ruin my attitude again.

There. My cathartic vent of the day is over so now I can get on with more important things in life.

By the way - the scale this morning seems to indicate that the plateau is over. thankyouverymuch!