My boyfriend (who is quite lovely, although I have a feeling I'm about to paint the most awful picture of him here now) is absolutely wrecking my head!!! We've been together about two years, when I met him I was at my thinnest (not thin, about 200 lbs, but that is positively emaciated using my scale!), and early on, when he was very drunk one night, he confessed that he was embarrassed to introduce me to some of his friends because of my size. Needless to say, I was heartbroken and even typing it here now it still makes me want to cry. He doesn't remember saying it, and I know he worships the ground I walk on, and I should be able to let it go...but....it's so hard. And to make matters worse, I ended up in hospital last year on strict bed rest for a month and limited movement for about a month after, and managed to put on 4 stone!
He's the complete opposite of me, 6'4" and very very thin, so are his whole family and I don't think he understands what a struggle my weight is for me, and has always been (my mother first brought me to WW when I was 10). He has the most appalling eating habits, surviving mostly on the chippers or chinese. Anyway, I've been really, really trying, and having some success as well(!), and I just don't feel as though I get the support I need from him. He's living in a different town during the week and I work most weekends, so the amount of time we spend together and meals we eat together are limited, and yet still he insists on bringing his s**t food into the house, I even ask him what he'd like for dinner so that we can work a compromise, and then he'd still go off to the pub and get a chinese. I could go on and on, and if I don't stop now I fear I might. I know he isn't on a diet (god, he could put on a few), but still I worry his health is being seriously affected by pints and take out, and is it really too much to ask to not bring fish and chips into the house when I'm after taking great care to make myself a really nice salad? I know it better for me and usually I really look forward to my nicely prepared dinners, but the smell of chips and not having them, it depresses me, because i feel deprived. Especially because i feel like he's looking at me sideways if I do have a bite of something bad...has anyone else had this problem? Thanks all, sorry it's so long....but I did stop short of the full rant.





One would think with a name like "Sean" being common enough in the US that I'd have seen that one...