So... I'm overweight. 5 foot 7 and a size 16. I work a stressful desk job 40 hours a week... teenage son and husband. Would generously say if the put 30 minutes to helping in the house each week I'm being very kind. I got ill last August... pneumonia followed by whooping cough for i kid you not 3 months having just taken on a new job.. prescribed all sorts of steroids several times a day just to get better... result of which I'm fatter than I'd like to be... obviously... I've seen a lung function specialist who has now said get on.. challenge yourself get back to the gym (indid three cardio
Classes a week) I've lost half a stone in 3 weeks..
Anyway so to the current evening my husband said I'll cook you a nice dinner... (first time in at least a year)
Feeling confident (big glass of wine induced) went in for a kiss and he grabbed my bum... I immediately said sorry it's fat... he never said a thing... so I said... oh.. it's bad and he said.... well it's certainly more than a handful... again (and I don't know why) I said sorry... he shrugged and said well you know what it is...
He's no Daniel Craig... now I feel shit and just don't want him near me!
I'm torn between being furious because actually he does fuck all to take care of himself or make me feel 'attractive' yet he's allowed to me me feel like a sack of spuds!!! Angry!!!