Today my husband said I was annoying him.
And I hugged him and gave him a kiss, because it was a sweet thing to say.
I was back in the ill-fitting swimsuit, grabbing some sun. And I was being critical again. And husband called me crazy and told me I was seriously, no lie, annoying him.
So I laughed, and said, hey, this is what girls who care about how they look do-- they are self-critical. He just wasn't used to it because I never cared before.
And he said that me being so confident and accepting of my body all of these years was one of the things that he really really liked about me.
So I had to give him some love.
But now I'm mad at him, because my next mini-goal, after reaching onederland, was to weigh less than him. And now that I am closing in, he's sick and not eating and I can't catch him! Bastard.