My husband has supported no matter what size I am. He supported the nightly Reeces and constant drinking of pop, he has supported the Atkins diet, the dr. assisted diets. When I quit drinking pop last month so did he (for the most part). He helps me figure out what I can eat and helps me keep my portions in check. While he does make me think about my food choices, he does not criticize me for choices.
I was reading a blog last night about how many married couples get a divorce because of the lap band surgeries. I guess some can become rather pain in the ass while loosing the weight. Some become to over confident with their new found selves.
This is one of the times in life I am blessed to have married my best friend. The one person that listens to everything and has been there for me since I was fourteen. I know we will do what we always do. Yell, scream, chill, pray, talk, and make up. In that order! I know Jon will be excited for me as I loose the weight and maybe even more attentive to me.
The divorce rate is high, but we already married young, on rebound shortly after our first divorces, we have lost two homes, three vehicles, temporarily lost one kid. I think we got this thick and thin, up and down stuff figured out. Besides before we ever kissed, we decided we would be married and that separating was never an option. That is the key to how we make it work!
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