All you gotta do is smile that smile
and there go all my defenses…
Starting Weight: 264
Last Week: 224
This Week: 224
Pounds Lost: 40
The Bloke isn’t the kind of man to give empty compliments. If I ask him if something makes me look fat/bad/frumpy, I can trust that he will tell me honestly.
Now, some women might prefer to have a man who says, “Hey beautiful” and doles out the compliments (heck, I still like it occasionally when other guys do it), but I would still rather have the trust that I have with The Bloke.
One reason? Well…
A couple days ago when I was in a goofy mood and came dancing out of the bedroom wearing my corset-style tank top and into the lounge, The Bloke turned and looked at me with this little smile on his face. Then he said, “You know, you’re looking really good lately. I’m really starting to see your curves.”
I honestly don’t think that would have meant as much if I had a husband who just heaped out the compliments or lied to me because he was afraid I couldn’t handle the truth.
Honestly, I don’t feel beautiful or sexy that often, but man… After he said that, I truly felt like a sexy, curvy woman. What a great feeling.
So, it’s with that in mind that I acknowledge the not-so-great things I have done that led to no loss this week and feel even more motivated to do better by my Self this week.
To health!
Daniel is brutally honest so if I ask a question, I know I’ll get the truth. But it makes those compliments so much nicer.
It does, doesn’t it?