I've been reflecting a lot today on my current weight loss journey and what sets it aside from the (many, MANY) other failed attempts throughout my life.
Then it hit me.
This is the first time I've tried to lose weight since meeting and moving in with my husband. Prior to that, I lived at home with my parents with whom I always had a difficult relationship, particularly when it came to trying to eat better.
Every time I would try to eat better, my mum would stock the cupboards with unhealthy foods, encourage cheat days and takeaways as a reward for doing well... My will power was so low I would fall off the wagon every time.
Now, it's important to note that this isn't me putting the blame on someone else for decisions I made that got me to where I am now... It's just that it's made me feel incredibly blessed for the level of support that I have from my husband, and the world of difference it makes to be surrounded by positive, encouraging energy throughout this journey to better health.
More than anything this is a massive appreciation post for my husband so I apologise for the gushing in advance!!
From the beginning, he took my decision to get healthier more seriously than anyone else ever has - without adding any pressure or judgment. He learned how to cook healthier, researched what to have more of and what to avoid. He listens to me vent on difficult days and celebrates my successes, however small. He encourages me to keep going when it's difficult and has even put away his own sweets and snacks in solidarity (though I told him this wasn't necessary, he said he wanted to).
To anyone out there who has or is currently supporting a loved one through weight loss, it really can be the difference between success and failure.
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