Hi everyone,
Thought I would take this opportunity to share how I've been getting on.
Well, who would have thought... I planned for Plan A and possibly Plan B but who would have thought that C would pop up.
I have been fat too long and decided to do something about it. Respark our relationship by reclaiming my old me. Have been walking nearly every day and watching what goes into my mouth. Have had to.
About two months ago, hubby announced that he didn't know whether he still loved me because he was having family issues. Mummy didn't like me after 7 years.
Well, that hit me like a brick.
Now, the time is getting close to the end. Don't know how much weight l've lost but it amounts to about 3 inches off my waist and clothes are feeling quite loose. The bathroom scales aren't working and I'm not paying for new ones for him.
At the end, I feel lost but liberated. It feels strange to think of myself as a single instead of as part of a couple or a family. He's not worth getting all upset over, even though I feel that I still care just a bit. He's trying to be a proper you know what though. The silence is deafening. It's hard but I have a family and a stack of friends who care and I have two good hands and a brain. Life will go on. If anything, he gave me motivation to keep going with the weight loss. I need to be as good as I can be. I found living with him to be very restricting. Little money and had to ask for every cent. My wardrobe was pretty presentable when I first started out with him but became rags and bags over the years. I gained nearly 60 kilograms during my time with him. He was a control freak and it would have killed me in the end. My health was suffering. Life could not have continued like that.
I must admit that although food has been my crutch for a number of years and that I have more than a few kilograms of emotional fat, I have not succumbed to pigging out this time. No cakes or lollies or chocolate here. I have been very well behaved on that score. I want to look good for the workforce and possible future loves. Well, one has to think there is a Knight for every Princess.
Anyway, I'm going to be okay. He's agreed to help me shift back East - anything to be rid of me. You have to laugh. Don't know if there will be any sort of property settlement without involving Solicitors etc. He doesn't want to go down that path, so he may be generous. Unfortunately, everything is in his name. They say, once biten, twice shy. Well, next time, I won't be so easily led.
Well, the weight will come off. I will be my own person in charge of me again. I will be happy again. But gee, I could do with a hug. We used to have a warm comfortable relationship. No great passion but he was my rock. Oh dear! Must go or I'll start to cry again, wallowing in self pity.
Anyway, the weight will go - my 60kilos, his 130kg and all of his baggage.
Thanks for listening.
It feels better to talk about these things.
Time to take charge and set a mini goal target
Sounds like a sensible goal to me 
Wow, praying for you and your family as you adjust. If you dont mind!
