I'm back from Europe! What a wonderful time! I went to Italy, Amsterdam, and Paris. Ironic to some, I hated Paris. Amsterdam was absolutely amazing. No it wasn't because of the legalized devil's lettace. That's not my thing. The country was stunning. The food, the people! Ah I can't wait to go back! Italy was orgasmically beautiful!
I'm pretty impressed considering I hate that a fat kid at the county fair, I only gained 3 pounds. So hopefully that won't be too hard to work back off. It's amazing to me how 3 pounds looks like 10.
So today I start my liquid diet. Protein shakes, diet peach tea, and water. Going to the pool today for some laps, then to the gym for a serious work out. Aderals definitely help with extended gym time.

Apparently I'm blind to people. My friend D I was told by my inlaws treats me like crap. They apparently can't stand them. They told how incredibly odd it is that I don't see how crude he is to me. I guess I have a dark sense of humor that if someone I consider my friend calls me crazy or stupid I just laugh. A maniacal laugh at that. I don't get offended easily. It's too time consuming to analyze everything someone says to me. I take people for who they are. I consider myself open minded and non judgemental. It does irritate me that maybe I am a bit nieve, and if my husbands friend IS in fact rude to me, why hasn't he defended my honor?
That's another thing...my husband. His anger issues are necomming something of alarm. Even his mother confided in me yesterday about his outburst of negativity.
Example of my husband: we were waiting in the airport, T was drinking a beer and had knocked it over. The beer spilled into his hat that was on the floor. T's comments about this siutation, "Of coarse out of all the places for my beer to fall in the place. It has to fall in my hat! All the square footage in the place! This is my luck, this is what I deal with on a day to day basis!" I told him he can wear my hat if it bothered him that bad, while I tried to dry his hat off. "Its the principle!" He responded. I finally looked at him and said, "You know what baby, it's people like you who get cancer. You get so upset over the littlest things, God's going to teach you a real lesson about having problems." I know harsh, but I couldn't take it anymore. THIs is what I deal with on a day to day basis! He seemed to calm down and apologized, and he always apologizes, but it gets to a pint where I'm like, when's it going to change? He snapped at his own mother for splashing water on our kitchen counter. I need some advice on how to handle him.