You all know how I've been struggling with the scale since Christmas. I've been gaining/losing the same 5 pounds for 2 months now. Today was yet another disappointing scale attempt. I sent Hubs a text message explaining how frustrated I am. He sends me the following message:
I'm so sorry babe. I don't know if I trust our scale. Your clothes are loose and baggy on you to where you can't even hold them up anymore. There is no way in hell you aren't losing weight. I know that looking at the numbers means alot, but at the same time all I have watched is my wife melt away. I am so proud of the weight loss that you have already done and I know if you stay with it you will reach your goal. You look absolutely awesome right now, and to be honest I am envious. I'm not just saying this to make you happy.....I really mean it. I know it's hard, but just keep up the good work and remain as dedicated as you have been. I love you.
Even though he can be a self proclaimed asshole, he can also be sweet and amazing too. Love that man!
Because of his words, I'm not dwelling on that stupid number on the scale. My measurements are dwindling fast, my stamina is increasing during my workouts, and my body feels so much better by the food I'm fueling it with.