Paranoid?

I'm starting to think Valentine is really rying to sabotage my weightloss project...

Last night he went by the shop and bought me a bag of chips and dip (albeit first calling me and asking if I wanted something as he was about to eat junk anyways).

Now, as I'm sick I asked if he could get me some food for tomorrow as he was coming home. Well, he is staying out late (I can get that) and hence won't be going to the store (I can get that too) and he suggested that I just order a pizza tomorrow. This, I don't get! I'm trying here!

It's almost funny though... I'm slimmer than ever and I should be happy about that! Instead, I'm sulking because I can't lose the rest in the pace I want to. Sulking and stressed...