Since January 16th I’ve lost almost 30 lbs. My husband just said, “I never really let how big you were bother me, because I knew it wasn’t forever. I always knew you had it in you to be a freak about losing weight.”
I can’t be mad at him – he speaks the truth. Case in point: I started smoking at the end of 9th grade. I wasn’t just a smoker, I was the smokiest smoker who ever smoked smokes. When I decided to quit after 12 years I just stopped…and never took another drag. I do shit like that all the time. (Both positive and negative.)
So yeah, I’m a freak about stuff. You wanna fight about it?