My sweetest thang!

Today was another weigh-in day for our challenge at work and I'm glad to say that the scale reflected that I'm 7.1 pounds down. Now whether that is accurate or not is an entirely different story. Although, I have to give myself some credit. We've been going to the gym anywhere between three to five times a week. On top of that we do our aqua size twice a week which has also got to count for something.

For the first time since we started going to the gym I actually think I noticed a difference. I mean, every now and then my pants feel a lil' bigger but other than that I have often felt like all this exercise has made much difference. Most importantly, I feel good and that's what matters the most to me but it didn't hurt that when walking by a mirror today, my chass was no longer quite as chassy. For those of you that don't know, chass is a word I created to equal chunky+ass. So anyway, I was like YAY for me and my less chassy chass! I go girl!

The sweetest thing is this:
Last night I was saying to Keith how I ate poorly over the weekend and was worried about my weigh in. I said that I probably haven't lost anything since last week....
His response: No matter what that scale says, you won't lose me.

Okay, go puke first but then think of how really sweet it is to hear someone say that. If you're overweight like me, you have probably had times in your life where you've been rejected for a job or for a team or by a person. I've lived it and it's not fun in any way, shape or form. I'm not trying to be Miss braggity-brag-brag at all. I just want to get this sweet moment down in 'writing' so that I'll never forget how lucky I am to have such an amazing and supportive husband (who is currently sitting here getting antsy while I type this before going to spend some quality time together.lol).

But yes, he truly is, my sweetest thang. :)