My relationship is making me fat

Ok. So maybe I’m making myself fat…a little…but seriously.

Eight months in and I am embarrassed to say how many pounds I’ve put on. I even calculated it as a such-and-such amount per month sort of thing. Ugh. Not pretty.

Now I know this is a story as old as time. Girl meets boy. Girl and boy fall in love…blah, blah. Girl gains weight from some unknown phenomenon and boy stays same size.

It’s not entirely unknown. I know I’ve slacked on my exercising since we met. I spent more time with him and not the gym. I know I haven’t eaten as healthy as I should either. Pizza with the honey just seems like so much better than eating a salad instead. Where’s the connection in that??

What wasn’t helping is the guy saying he ‘loves me just the way I am.’ Sweet, yes. Motivating, no. Also wasn’t helping was him saying he thought I looked a little scrawny when we first met. Scrawny?! Psh. I was loving that body. I worked hard for that body.

So, I guess it’s time to spend a little less time with the mister and more time working on my fitness. Of course I’ve mentioned a gazillion and three times that I need to get in better shape, and he is 100% supportive.

Even mentioned joining me at the gym. Maybe my relationship can make me skinny...