Let me just start by saying that I love my hubby dearly.  He’s dealt with a ton of craziness due to my disordered eating, and he’s still by my side.  (Well, actually he’s upstairs snoring right now because it’s after midnight here in Pennsylvania… but that’s beside the point… you get what I mean…)
However, he often doesn’t remember that I think differently than he when it comes to food.  This means he makes some missteps, such as telling me how many calories are in a package.  “Wow, honey!  Only ten of these crackers are 150 calories!”
Then, he doesn’t understand why …read more