My weight has fluctuated by 15-20 pounds since I’ve known Andrew (aside from pregancy and I am not interested in discussing the weight changes during those times!). I’ve been super-skinny and I’ve been on the heavier side and in-between. It’s been 16 years. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
I’m at a great place now – comfortable, not too thin, not too heavy. I feel good. Well, maybe a few pounds less would be good, but….
So I was thinking.
How many cumulative hours, days, weeks has Andrew had to hear about my weight, my food intake, my exercise plans and habits? More than I’d like to admit. (Though of course, here I am admitting it just the same.)
And it dawned on me. He would probably rather have me 20 pounds over my ideal than have to listen to me drone on about it anymore. (Not that I would be thrilled with that…)
So I asked him. Directly. “If you had the choice to never discuss my weight again, would you be willing to have me on the top end of my scale?”
He tried to contain a resounding, of course.
He just smiled. And I know.
So, while I still like to stay at my healthy weight, I am not planning on talking about it anymore.
Well, at least not much.