My husband complains constantly about not feeling well and I've told him it's because of how much he drinks. I've also told him his anxiety is highest when he goes through withdrawals.

Last night he told me he wasn't drinking because he wanted to feel better, but he wasn't happy discussing it, and didn't want to make a big deal of it. He said he almost picked up beer yesterday, so I assume he plans on drinking on weekends.

I'm glad he's trying. It must be extremely hard for him. I'll support him if he lets me. We'll see what happens.


I managed to find a pair of shorts at kohl's. They were $27.50, marked down from $44. I almost didn't buy them because I wasn't in love with them, but I realized the problem was I'm really not in love with my body right now. I managed to resist a trip to the mall and didn't buy anything other than what I set out to. I was a good girl

I'm grocery shopping solo today. It's better for me to do it in the morning when it's cool rather than waiting until my husband gets home when it's hot as a SOB. He was all too willing to agree… lol… that desire to be helpful disappeared pretty quickly.