Two Things

I need to talk about two things today.
One: I ate junk food yesterday and woke up with a bad stomach-ache this morning. Yuck! I felt very nauseous. I need to remember that feeling so that the next time I'm tempted to eat junk food I will stop myself. Why did I eat it in the first place? Because I got on the scale yesterday morning and I've gained 3 pounds in one week. WTF??? so I made my yearly doctor's appointment visit for the end of this month instead of the end of March, when I usually go. There has simply got to be something wrong with my thyroid.
Two: the weekend from hell is over. I survived. I talked with Edyth before I went and she gave me good advice about making my own fun. It worked. The only thing my father-in-law said to me was 'goodbye.' The only time my mother-in-law spoke directly to me was when I was loading the dishwasher Sunday morning, and she wanted to take some of the dirty plates to the other room to put in the dishwasher. I told her 'no thanks'. whatever. I was the only person who tried to clean Sunday morning. My jackass father-in-law even placed his plate on the counter above the dishwasher AS I WAS LOADING IT. As if I were the maid or something.
Jim and I talked last night about his family. I told him that I think my relationship with his parents is based on mis-communication. I feel as if his family thinks I'm a big bitch, and that I'm keeping him from visiting them. He said they probably do. He asked if his parents talked to me last weekend. I told him what I've already written here. He said he was sorry. I said 'Whatever! Anything I say or do is not going to change their opinion of me.' He agreed, saying especially his father. I told him I was very crushed to hear his father's opinion of our kids. (That I'm delusional if I think our kids aren't out partying and having sex all weekend). I reminded him that I don't talk and offer my opinion around them because I'm always wrong. I told Jim I realize that behavior probably comes off as being snobby, but I just can't take the criticism. He said he knows why I don't talk around them. I also told him I know his parents are not mean and vindictive, they just don't understand or pay attention to how what they say comes across to people. For example, the first time Maggi wore makeup around his mother, she told Maggi to wash her face off because she looked like a clown. I'm sure she didn't mean that exactly, but Maggi (at age 11 or 12) didn't have the life experiences to say to herself "that's not what my grandmother meant."
What I didn't tell him is that I wouldn't give a crap if I never saw them again. But I think he's beginning to understand that.