Yesterday I told my husband how high my weight had gone; I had previously guarded that number very tightly. He was shocked,
as I expected, but at least there were no lectures (he's always been skinny)
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I'm on plan today because this morning I overheard him on the phone to our good friend, 600 miles away, bragging about how much weight I'd lost, how much I was on track for more, and how he would support me later if I went ahead with a lower-ab surgery. Even if he personally was doubtful about the need. And he added that I wouldn't hear a word of discouragement from him.
What else can I do, but make him proud?