So I’ve been loosing pretty steadily these past few months. I started in January, but I’ve gotten more of a handle on things lately. (F 5’10Sw:240 Cw:205) My husband knows I’m loosing weight and that I’m working on it, but he’s a little clueless at times. Beyond him the only person who knows I’m working on my weight hard is my mom. I don’t tell anyone because it’s an uncomfortable topic for a lot of people and I don’t want to make anyone feel inferior because of how they are handling their body/life style.
Yesterday we were heading out to a party and I was trying to find a top. I didn’t have time to do the laundry this weekend so I was going through the bottom of my dresser where I had several older tops. Fist one, to big, he looked at me and said
“ huh must have stretched in the wash”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed what I thought was a smaller one. The neck line on that top now dips way to low to be wearable.
“ that must have got stretched too” came from the bed
My eyes have practically rolled back in my head from how hard I’m rolling them. But I decided not to point his mind to the fact that I’m smaller and the tops are the same size. I find one I can belt and move on. On the way to the party he mentions how he’s got to ‘look at the washing machine’ when we get home and see if something is amiss. Which he does while I stand in the laundry room door way giggling at him.
So the washing machine is in perfect order, he took a look at my weight loss journal for the first time, and I have a bag for goodwill. It was a good day.
TLTR: husband decided my tops were too big because the washing machine stretched them. I let him take apart the washing machine before telling him I shrank.
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