I used to be a bit bummed that I couldn’t wrap my arms around my husband‘s middle. I’d try, but my fingers…just…couldn’t…quite…reach.
“Stop eating Lolly Gobble Bliss Bombs while you’re at work,” I’d yell and stomp away. Sometimes I’d try and play the kid-card. “You need to lose weight for the kids. They need you around for a long time. Think about the children!”
He’s been trying to lose his gut in earnest for the past six months but it’s a case of two steps forward and three steps back. I see that he is trying so I’ve chosen to back off. I don’t love him any less, I just wish he could do is belt up around his middle instead of pulling it down so that it rests underneath his gut.
“See hon, I’m still using the same belt I used to use in my twenties. Yay me.”