Last night I sat down with my other half and had an extremely frank discussion about our bodies... Like, EXTREMELY frank.
The other half (OH) is also overweight and like me, has been for his whole life. He comes from
An overweight family and to him, my weight has never ever been an issue. Likewise, I've never found his weight to be a problem either and herein lies to crux of the problem: we're stupidly happy together, so previously there's been no serious drive to lose the weight for either of us...
Until last night.
I stood in front of him, playing fast and loose with my wobbly bits and he saw me fully naked probably for the first time in 6 months. I pointed out the bits I don't like and I want to change, he told me he's genuinely never noticed a single one of them. He then told me he cannot wait until I'm happy with my body and get my confidence back, because he's pretty confident I'll go and get my tattoos and be the painted pinup I've always wanted to be
He then spent the next 15 minutes taking the mick by standing naked in front of me and pretending to have issues with the length of his toes, shape of his nose etc etc...
The whole thing descended into a tickle fight and monster laughing fit, but after we made a promise to each other:
We do this together, we do it right and we only do it once