I lost a lot of weight when caring for 2 parents in different care homes, was driving 100's of miles a week, dealing with their care packages as well as doing a rather stressful job. I went down to 5 stone & a size 4. DH was very concerned about me & tried to get me to eat, but I had no time & was too stressed.
Parents died. All the rushing around stopped. DH fed me. I've now ballooned to nearly 10 stone & pushing a size 14.
I've said to DH that I need to get to a healthy 7 stone as I've never been this big & not happy. DH says 'yes I hear you, but I love you as you are' which is good.
But I'm not happy as I feel fat - I am fat. He does most of the cooking (he's a retired chef, I work so he does most of the cooking) I say can we just have a salad, no dressing with plain chicken - no skin, no sauces please? What do I get? Chicken in some delicious creamy sauce, potatoes, veg with salad as a side dish - also with a delicious dressing.
I've told him that he's a feeder & the only way is that I prepare our meals. That's not going to happen as he loves to cook. He's also considers it an insult to him that I got so thin & unhealthy as people used to comment on it & ask him why he wasn't doing anything about me being so thin - but at the time we were like ships that passed in the night as I was so busy.
WTF am I supposed to do?