One of the reasons I talked to my fiancé about my decision to lose weight, was to avoid that awkward "Are you losing weight?" conversation. First of all, we're often as his apartment, and it'd be difficult to hide me tracking points. ("Oh I'm not doing anything dear, just playing around with this fun slider I found on the ground! >_>")
The other, and more important, was that I wanted him to know that under no uncertain terms was I doing this for anyone BUT myself. I told him my concerns about my weight. I told him what I
needed from him. (Keep the junk to a minimum, and keep it out of site... continue encouraging words... hugs... love & support.) I told him that I love him. I then listened to him as he said he was happy that I decided to do something healthy, and that he loves me now, and will love me no matter what. I had to have that talk with him, because I needed to figure out if he'd be with me or against me. Were he against me... sadly, this is important enough to me now that we'd no longer be together. (Though, I already know him well enough to know that he'd support me, it was important that I get it all out so that there were fewer misscommunications.)
Fortunately! I have the sweetest, most supportive and caring fiancé ever. I can see us spending our lives together, and that's why he's the fiancé and my soon to be hubby ^^
It has been to my advantage in this relationship to set my boundaries, and assert my needs. He does the same. I feel better knowing we can voice our problems, as well as our joys, to eachother. My weight loss is just one of those things that needed to be talked about. Just like changing careers or... something
