Between the Bedsheets.....

A Conversation with the DH last night after calling myself  'fat & wrinkly'.

"You're not fat" (DH)
"Ok, not fat, overweight" (me)
"You do realise that you'll never have a 6pack (DH)
"Why can't I try?(me)
"You're too old, you're bigger, let's face it, we both are" (DH)
"Well, if you think you're fat now, what were you back then." (DH meaning 2008)
"Obese" (me)
"So back when we met, you used to wear skimpy clothes, you don't anymore!"(DH)
 "No, It's not sending the right image to 'xyz'"(me - 'xyz' - not her real name, is our DD)
"But you used to....."(DH)
"Yeah, but I don't like what I see right now" (me)

The conversation went on a little then ended rather abruptly by me saying "......I know you love me for what I am now, But I don't love Me".
Absolute stony silence from the DH.
First I was blown away by his comment that that'll I'll never have a 6pack, I've had 2 kids, my abs are wrecked from that according to him, I'm older (hello dear, only 36!) so there's no point trying! His reaction to my last comment was something else again & probably quite telling of the situation that I've found myself in for the past couple of years trying to get back to where I was in 2010 if I remember rightly. My DH is from a family of 'larger' women. All his paternal aunt's are larger, & his mother&father aren't exactly svelte either. I think the concept of me being slimmer scares him so his support in what I'm doing is virtually non exsistant. Only time will tell if I get more support from him as time goes on - hopefully, with what I'm doing, I can improve my own body image. Maybe then I CAN wear skimpier clothes! Don't worry, I don't subscribe to the latest trend of wearing shorts so short that the pocket linings hang out the bottom or, worse still, the 'bottom' hanging out the bottom!