Bittersweet

You know I find it almost ironic to have a boyfriend who once in a great while (as is natural and not at all meant as a slight to me) wonders why I can't look like those girls in a centerfold and yet back in the day when I was trying to lose weight (before the very physical barn job) wasn't entirely on the diet train with me, now has my full backing. No pun intended, nor perverse innuendo.

Don't get me wrong Dash is quite the "To good to be True, Prince Charming" who actually often exceeds those criteria. Case not in point:


This he gave to me after our last fight. But I digress. Yes back to the irony.

He quit smoking in order to become more healthy and pass the physical for career advancement. I quit smoking so he would continue to kiss me. I'm having problems staying quit.

I lost 11 lbs. with all kinds of temptation in the house because the 2 of them weren't on a diet. It is a widely held belief that part of the reason some dieters can't lose weight is because their spouse and/or children sabotage them by keeping things like chips, cookies and the like in the house and eat them in front of said dieter.

When he decides to become more healthy replacing his chips with fruit and his soda with orange juice I'm right there with him (not quite letting go of my soda just yet but will be replacing the non-diet portion of that with Green Chi Tea).

This sounds a goodly deal like bitching but it's merely a way for me to point out my finer qualities. I am equal parts supportive and helpful with just a smidgen of bitter. Okay? Okay.