This was a first.
I was telling my husband about my plan to use a blog as a weight loss tool. As usual when I'm starting a new diet (how many times have I done that?), he asks me how much I weigh. I never tell him. Never.
I asked him to guess and told him I'd tell him if he guessed exactly right. Well, he was off by one pound. One! So I told him. I mean, the man has eyes and has already pretty much figured it out anyway, right? On a much smaller scale he has a little weight issue himself, so I figure he gets it.
But, damn, it was still hard to admit.
I have gained approximately 75-85 pounds since our wedding, depending upon which recent weigh-in I go by.
Back then, when I was a size 6, I still didn't tell him how much I weighed. Why do so many of us do that? What's with all the shame over a number?
In some ways I feel better having told him. I've acknowledged the fact and taken some of the secrecy and shame out of it. Some. Not all.
But I'm working on it.
That's pretty amazing that he was so close in his guess! I never told my husband how much I weighed until I had lost 100 pounds - then I admitted my starting weight to him. He just about fell over - had NO idea. But yeah, I am very familiar with the shame you are feeling.
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