In my weight loss efforts, and through spending time on these forums over the years... I've often seen women complaining about their boyfriends or husbands' insecurities regarding their girlfriends'/wives' weight loss efforts. As the ladies start to look GOOD in their fitter healthier bodies, the spouses get a little bit tense, worried about losing their ladies. From what I've seen, oftentimes this leads to arguments, hurt feelings, and weight-loss sabotage attempts.
I've heard women discuss these issues multiple times. But never... ever did I think I would be in a situation like this... or in the role that I'm in.
My boyfriend is a good looking guy. Better looking than any guy I've ever dated, and probably the only guy who I've ever felt genuinely ATTRACTED to. We just moved in together, and he joined a soccer team, and is getting incredibly muscular and very fit. He looks amazing.
However, the more attracted I am to him, the more fit he gets, and the more weight *I* gain and the worse *I* feel... the more insecure I get. The more I worry that he's meeting attractive girls at his new job... the more I worry that I'm going to lose him. It's ridiculous--- to the point that I'm tearing up here at my desk at work just admitting this (how embarassing. Good thing the office is quiet). I'm worried that the way I look and feel right now that he isn't really attracted to me.
I mean... I've dated guys before who I looked at and thought, "Eh, they're alright," but I loved them and it didn't matter. With him I don't want it to be a "Meh, it doesn't matter how she looks" situation. I want him to be wowed by me.
He just texted me that he has to stay until 10 pm at his new job tonight, and my mind immediately flashes to Hollywood " husband staying late at the office" scenarios. What is
wrong with me?
I know I should be focusing on myself, and making me happy. Fitting in work outs, and eating better, working on being happy just being ME... but I can't kill the evil jealous-worry monster that takes over me whenever I notice yet again, or have it pointed out to me how attractive he is. ... and catch a self-loathing glimpse of myself in the mirror and see the ten pounds I've just gained back, and wonder, yet again, how he could be attracted to me.
I repeat. What is
wrong with me?