My weight has ricocheted from damn near underweight to oh-my-god overweight while my fiance has known me. I was over 200 pounds when he met me, and I got down to 125 or so briefly several years ago. I’d love to be anywhere near that again!
My fiance has never said anything negative about my weight or my appearance. Even when I criticize myself the harshest, he tells me he loves me just the way I am. He has encouraged me when I was struggling, and he has dealt out tough love when I needed it, but has never insulted me or put me down or made me feel like I was not measuring up.
Not long ago, we were joking around and snuggling, and he had his arms around me and suddenly said, “I know it’s selfish, but I kind of wish you don’t lose a pound.”
I was stunned. I thought he was only tolerating how I look, patiently waiting until I lose weight. But he told me he likes my body the way it is now. He quickly added, “But I want you to do what makes you happy.”
Of course I’m happy that he likes how I look. Who wouldn’t be? That’s a wonderful thing to hear. I would be hurt if he told me he was not attracted to me. But knowing he is happy with how I am now makes me think, well, why bother? Why try to lose weight, then?
Well, no matter what, it’s not healthy for someone as short as I am to weigh as much as I do. And I am not happy at this weight. I’m glad he isn’t waiting for me to turn into a supermodel-skinny walking skeleton, but the cold, hard truth is, I still need to get some weight off for my own happiness and health.
I’ve slacked off a bit over the last week or two, and it’s time to get back on track. It just so happened that I got a nice raise at work (yay!) while the kids were home, so we celebrated that, and I let the celebration turn into another day, then another. Time to quit the partying and get back to working out! 🙂
Sweat & Sparkle 