She didn’t answer.
Her: You can’t quit.
Me: I want to quit. I gained weight. I’m having irregularity. I’m not a happy camper.
Her: You drinking all the water you’re supposed to be drinking?
Me: Yes. I feel like I’m about to pee my pants every freakin’ minute of every freakin’ day.
Her: I was discouraged, too, but I’ve lost X amount of inches!
Her: Don’t quit. Get measured. Grab another gear. Quit your whining. Life is good.