I mentioned that we should stop and get some and hubby politely said, "hhmm.....". I didn't say another word about it.
As we drove by the kids asked to stop as well, but he did NOT stop. As he drove on past I was thinking to myself, "You don't really need that. [pause] It's probably a good thing he didn't stop, because you would've eaten more than you need and been vexed later that you ate when you weren't really hungry. Plus, if you had ice cream now you would not have been hungry by the time everyone else wanted dinner and then you'd feel like you were overeating some more."
I know this is rambling, but those were my thoughts.
When I got on the scale the next morning and saw 199 I was especially grateful my husband didn't stop for that treat. In fact, I was so grateful I thanked him verbally for helping me stay on track by not stopping for ice cream. He hugged me in return.
See my post below where I said I'm doing better than a year ago? Well, this is more proof of just how true that is. I didn't feel threatened (right word?) that he didn't stop for Dairy Queen. Instead I ended up being grateful for his help, whether he was trying to be helpful or not. :)