I stepped on the scale this morning. Just wanted to see the numbers and was pleased. YAY! I have to share that I am 0.2lbs from being 100lbs lighter than my heaviest documented weight. 100lbs! That's a lot of freaking weight.
Last night my 9 year old gave me a hug and I realized that he was able to clasp his hands. He has NEVER been able to do that. EVER! We hugged for a long time because it felt so good. I was beaming! I know he is proud of me and that feels amazing.
Everyday I feel so good about myself and my accomplishments but everyday it hurts me so much that my husband won't say a word about how I look or how much weight I have lost. I try not to let it bother me but it does. It is driving a wedge between us. My heart hurts.
** I have told my hubby that I need him to tell me I am beautiful or that I have lost weight and he doesn't respond. I know he's not a touchy, feely kinda guy but I have made it VERY clear what I need from him. **
A Letter to My Body
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