Hello my friends. I am usually an early to bed and always early to rise type of gal. Neither me or my husband are night owls (that’s for sure), but for some reason I was still wide awake at 11:30 last night. I think the time passed by as I searched the blogs of some new friends (what better way to spend my time, right?).

When I went to bed, my husband was awake and actually started speaking to me (instead of his normal snort, grunt — or worse — when I disturb his peaceful slumber). After I put on my unappealing PJ’s and had my very expensive Clarins night cream on my wrinkles (supposed to help, though I’m not seeing it) … my DH decided to start holding me. Here I thought I was going to slip into bed undetected. Oh man!

So, to save you the details and get to the point I wanted to share … he said, “I feel like I have you back again.” I said, “I didn’t know I went anywhere,” but he didn’t expand on his original comment.

In case you’re confused, I’ll shed some light on this subject. When we married (19 years ago) I was a happy size 10 (I am a little over 5’9″ tall). Back in June I was the heaviest I have ever been — wearing an 18/20 pants (that were snug) and some 22/24 shirts to try to hide my HUGE and growing bust line! I have struggled with my weight since we married. Back in 2003 I started losing weight, but had a back injury that put the “kabosh” on exercising and yep, you guessed it — I gained that weight back AND some. I’ve done the roller coaster, yo-yo thing for 19 years. My husband rarely commented (lucky for HIM!) and it never seemed to have any bearing on our “intimate” relationship (I’m thankful).

Since I struggled with my appearance, I opted to rarely look at myself honestly in the mirror and just see myself as the person I remembered in the mirror back in the day (does that make sense?).

Over the past couple of years, I have really been going through some spiritual healing and times of growth (though, God knows I still have so much to learn). I believe that the growth in the spirit is also manifesting in the natural. I looked at a picture of me and a friend at my church that was taken the 1st of June, 2008 (yep, that is me in the BIG pink shirt – humbling). I was so disgusted. Something in me finally clicked! Now was my time to get healthy — for good. I have done the NutriSystem thing (several times) and have eaten 6 meals a day to speed up my metabolism, but nothing was a lifestyle change that could be maintained for the rest of my life.

This friend in the picture with me does Weight Watchers (though I could NEVER count all of those points — that would be bondage for me — and this had to be a lifestyle change). As I protested against WW, she told me about a Core Plan that they offerred – not about counting points, but eating healthy. So, on June 4, 2008 I changed my way of eating. Now I eat lean meats, veggies, fruit, no white flour, white rice, or white pasta. I only eat healthy oils (like Olive Oil) and stay away from soft drinks (I was a Coke-aholic!). Now, I am 51 pounds lighter.

So … my husband feels like he has me back. I didn’t know whether to be thankful for that comment or smack him in the head. I had mixed emotions, though I kept them to myself. He tells me every day that he is so proud of me (seriously — every day). Again, it stings because I know that my appearance must have really bothered him, though he never said a word (again, better for HIM that he didn’t I suppose). It makes me feel a bit of guilt because it wasn’t fair to him (just like I would be shocked if he ballooned up 100 pounds from the time we married). One Sunday before I decided to do something, I saw a look from my husband and for the first time, I really felt him judging me. I saw a look in his eye when he looked at my leg and it pierced me to the core. I guess
that was my wake-up call.

Here is the last “body shot” I took for my weight loss journey. I am currently in a size 12 misses Levi’s (such a miracle), but have quite a few more pounds to lose. Since I haven’t exercised in a month (I must get moving again) I am losing ounces each week.

Again, those words are stinging me a little though he has every right to feel that way. It makes me feel bad and at the same time happy that he is blessed. Am I a mess or what? Hmph!