I am not the same woman my husband married.
In some ways this is a good thing. I am kinder and easier going and I can cook.
I have developed some talents that I didn't know I had, but I have also had to humble myself a few times...
But, physically, I am not the woman my husband married.
I am a fatter version of that girl... not a fat girl, but chubbier than the slip of a thing who walked down the aisle.
I work on it and systematically take off and put back on the same 20 pounds.
20 off. 20 on. And so it goes.
Do you think I have an obligation to A) lose these pounds again and B) keep them off... for him?
And OMG, Hugh thinks I am beautiful no matter what... he's loved me skinny and he's loved me F.A.T. and he loves me now at somewhere in the middle.
But, I want to know... do our husbands deserve to wake up to the physical woman they married?