Week 10 weigh in (10 weeks!)

The scales were good to me this week (to make up for last week) and show an 800 gram loss (1.7 pounds) wohoo!

I've been reading a lot this week about other 'losers' relationships with their partners and how they are sometimes challenged by the physical and mental changes appearing in their loved one who is getting healthy. I am reminded how incredibly lucky I am to have D who is super supportive (even if he does worry about my boobs shrinking). Last night he cooked on the BBQ (I even saw him pat the spray oil off the potato with a paper towel), had salad and had not only bought, but also hulled, a huge bowl of strawberries for desert. He rocks! This week is dedicated to him :).

Accidents can happen

I had my first food fumble today. A colleague and I went to the pub for a celebratory lunch and while I managed to request no cheese on my burger I then proceeded to eat every last crispy fried chunky chip off my plate. So much for stopping at half. A quick calorie tally back at my desk showed the true horror of what I had done. Gulp.

I confessed to D via text and got the most awesome reply “...honey remember the Sixx AM song it’s not your whole life it’s just 1 day”. He’s referencing the Sixx:A.M. song Accidents Can Happen and if you don’t know it – have a listen below. It is of course about drug and alcohol addiction but applies equally to those of us fighting an obsession with food. Thanks D, that’s just what I needed to hear.

When a loving partner yells at you

I am the luckiest woman on earth. I have an awesome partner (we'll call him D) who not only thinks I'm gorgeous and smart but also tells me so on a regular basis. It took me a long time to be able to accept these compliments without throwing back a sarcastic response but I think I've mastered it now.

D hates it when I talk about being fat or obese. He simply doesn't see it. Perhaps he sees it as destructive self loathing. For me it is simply verbally reminding myself that my body is not at optimum efficiency.  Much like a badly tuned car engine, which you’d think D would totally understand.

So this week I've tried to educate him on the health implications - this isn't merely about fitting 'normal' clothes (ooo...maybe tomorrows post!). 

Don’t get me wrong – if I ask D to be my gatekeeper he will gladly eat all the chips and dip – but he’ll still yell “you’re not fat” when I fall into the depths of despair after not exercising. Maybe we could change that line to “you’re still gorgeous” so it doesn't come across as being so unsupportive?