So, I am pretty new around here but if you glance at my intro post, you'll know that I used to get a LOT of male attention because of my curves and flat stomach (even after childbirth). I always looked awesome at 12 or 14 and I played it up, believe me.
I have been with my husband since I was 18 (I'll be 27 in April), but after the first few years, I made some choices that changed the dynamics of our relationship. I used to get dressed up and go out 4-5 nights per week, and leave my husband with our daughter. I gave out my number to the hottest guys that hit on me, and regularly went to nice restaurants, parties, and exclusive clubs as arm candy (if it helps, I am mostly black so in the "hip-hop" culture, a big butt, flat stomach, cute face -so I'm told- and long legs got me a long way. I didn't need to be super model skinny). I even spent the weekend with a rapper that I'd seen on t.v who sent his security guard to bring me to VIP at a club I attended. I lived pretty close to Chicago at the time.
Please don't get me wrong. I was young, and unused to so much attention. I hurt my husband, and we actually ended up seperating for about a year. During that time, I had already started to gain weight, but I still had two short but intense relationships. Both ended badly, with me being betrayed or used and not finding out until the end. I was fortunate that my husband took me back and sent me a plane ticket to come to Minnesota with him (this was after I was released from the psych ward for a suicide attempt- another long story, but the guilt I felt from hurting my husband was overwhelming at the time).
Now that I am trying to lose weight, I find myself wanting to reach my goal weight and become even hotter than I was, and "visiting" where I used to live and kind of accidentally run into these people and rub it in their faces. It wouldn't be hard to arrange, I have some family in the area. I know that my husband wouldn't approve, and I have no deisre to rekindle anything. I guess I just don't want them to remember me as that chubby girl they cheated on that ended up in the psych ward.
I don't do social media, so there's no chance they would catch up with me unless I went back to town for a while. Is this wrong? Am I being petty? Juvenile?
I don't want you guys to get the wrong idea. Please don't think I am being conceited or that I am trying to relive my glory days. I have definite reasons for wanting to lose weight for myself and my family, and ?I love my husband and never want to betray him again. But this thought enters my mind every day. What do you think?
All feedback, critical or otherwise, warmly welcomed.

