OK A bit of background here. My partner (Col) and I met on the t'internet 5 years ago. I moved to England a year ago. I was at my fattest when we met.
When I decided to change my lifestyle two years ago, he was not supportive and pretty much thought I'd fall at the first hurdle. Well I'm still here baby!!!
And now, he's great, he's the first to say well done when I meet a goal or buy a new pair of jeans.
But the other day we were sitting on the couch and he caught a look at my stomach, and patted it and said "we'll find a way to sort this out when your at goal."
And now I'm completely paranoid. I wasn't planning on a tummy tuck. I am an anaesthologist's (or anaesthetist as we call em here) nightmare. I get sick afterwards, I'm allergic to morphine, and I keloid scar really badly. I was just planning on a good pair of magic knickers and hope for the best. Kudos to anyone who goes through such procedures, it's just not for me. And besides, we have no £££! And I can think of 25 things to do with £7 000, asides a tummy tuck. And if I was having surgery I'd want smaller perkier boobs, thanks very much!
So now, after prancing around the bedroom naked for the last four years at various weights (apologies to anyone eating their breakfast at this point), I now feel completely self concious. And kinda annoyed that I didn't bother him at my heighest weight, but now at the half way point he's thinking about my stomach.
I need someone to tell me he was just thinking of me, not himself, and to tell me to pull myself together