Don't cry over fluffy bread

OK, so it's day 5 of Ketomania. So far, so good. I lost 2 lbs total, the pee sticks my husband bought (against my advice) show I am in ketosis, and today I am feeling pretty well. I am starting Magnesium supplements today along with my vitamins, and I packed enough food for work to fill the little fridge (so too bad for my boss. She'll have to use the fridge in her office for stuff other than Diet Coke).

So this weekend was tough. Friday was actually ok-we went out to eat at a local place, Andy's. The waitress was so supportive of our low carb. Gave us extra veggies instead of potatoes, made sure to make our salads without croutons and was super apologetic about not taking the roll off of our dinners (I dunked mine in cocktail sauce so I couldn't eat it).

Saturday was tough. We ended up going for a ride up north, and stopped at a little diner. I ordered a salad with chicken and bacon and cheese that was just terrible. But the worst part was they brought out with 2 of the dinners a big fat fluffy piece of white bread. I had to have Brian move it to the other side of the table so I didn't see it. And all I could think about was that bread. I actually shed tears over that bread.

How messed up is that?

I'm also having problems with my husband and his competitive streak. First I thought it was great that he was doing this with me. But everything for him is a competition. I'm pretty sure he was thrilled I didn't finish grad school, so we weren't on the same "level". Anyway, he bought the stupid ketosis sticks that I told him not to, as they were unreliable. Well, mine said I was in ketosis. His said he wasn't, so he was mopey and pissy all day.

I also made it very clear to him I wasn't going to police him. I don't care what he eats, I care what I eat. This hasn't stopped him from telling me at the grocery store that, "I was the one who got us into this", so it's automatically my fault if we fail.

I made ham roll ups with cream cheese to bring with me for lunch, and he friggin ate them last night, (after telling me he hasn't eaten enough, and he burned so many calories on his walk blah blah blah). So I took all the ham with me and bought new cream cheese. There's tuna left at home--sorry Charlie.

So there is my rant, and crying over fluffy bread. I still endure, on day 5. :)