Weigh-in Wednesday (AKA WTF? Wednesday)

First, let me just say I'm pissed as hell.  I've been going to the gym on a semi-regular basis; have increased my water intake; have decreased my Coke intake (though we all now know about the hot chocolate fiasco); and have reduced my portions; when I'm full I stop, even if there's just a bite or two left.  My DH, on the other hand, hasn't stepped on foot in the gym and has eaten a couple of salads.  By a couple of salads, that's what I mean, like, two.  That's what he's done for his weight loss.  Knowing that, here are the results of our weigh-in today...

That's right, all that freakin' work and the GunDiva's exactly the freakin' same!  Yes, the scale says 184.5#, which still leaves me with a BMI of 35.4, which is still freakin' obese. C'mon!  I'm working to lose weight and the scale's not. effing. budging.

So, here's the result of the RockCrawlinChef's no gym, two freakin salads week...

Yep.  No gym time, two goddamn salads and he's down to 195.0# with a BMI of 28.8, which is overweight, but not freakin' obese.  He's down 3.5#, a loss of 1.7%.  His BMI is down 1.4 points from obese to overweight.  Wanna know what really trips my trigger?  Last Wednesday, when I didn't post our weight?  It's because he was UP to 204#, so since last freakin' Wednesday he's lost 9#.  He's only down 3.5# from his original weigh-in, but 9# since last week.  Really?

I'm happy that he's been able to lose weight but pissed as hell that he hasn't had to to a damn thing to do it.  Effing men!