I feel incredibly shallow right now but it got to a point of desperation. Dp is a bit chunky, always has been and will be and I love it. But the past two years the weight has been creeping on, we've both had a rough time of it and it's been forgotten about. He went to America at the beginning of July and piled on the weight whilst away and has continued to do so since he got back. He's also been a bit down and i know running would make him feel better and help keep his weight down as he was an obsessive runner before we moved and loved to run.
After months of him bringing it up and me saying just run then and him putting it off I told him last night, quite honestly, that there is a part of me that just doesn't want a fat boyfriend.
He seems to have listened and went for a run when I left for work and wants to come climbing with me tonight (he had been putting off a course in it for a year though insists he wants to climb) but I now feel really mean to have been so blunt as I usually an but was avoiding it with his weight as I am more concerned about his health, which is suffering from his lack of exercise, not his level of chunkiness!
Was I being unreasonable?