Oh, trust me. I know he's wrong. Although I know he's wrong, it doesn't make it hurt any less. It's like as I've lost weight he's gotten MORE critical of how I look. Like I'm not losing weight fast enough. He hasn't been supportive at all. When I tell him how much weight I've lost, he's just like "Yeah, that's great" kind of sarcastically or completely ignores it.

I'm not losing the weight for him at all. I'd be happy back at my lowest weight of 166. I wasn't perfect, but I thought I looked really good there and I was happy. But when I told him I was thinking about stopping around that weight, he just looked like I was crazy because... I guess how he put it... when I was that weight, my lower half of my body still really needed work. (I carry most of my weight from the hips down.)

It just makes it ten times harder to keep reminding myself that I'm doing this for me--not him. I'm not sure if I can keep on when he gets so much more critical with every pound I lose.