This morning I had intended to drop a couple of dresses off at a local charity shop, they are brand new but both are a size 18, much too big for me so I'll never wear them. I have a bad habit of buying clothes that are far too big, this is fuelled by Steve's constant complaints about how massively fat I am. I have finally realised that Steve's complaints are caused by his own inadequacies, he wears 3XL clothes, he is about 5' 6. I'm not claiming to be skinny, I'm a size 12/14 but usually wear a 14/16 for comfort.
Steve insisted on coming with me to drop off the dresses, he first suggested that I might get lost and when I explained that I knew the way he said the area I was going to could be dangerous. It's hardly Beirut but he came along anyway. I managed to persuade him to walk there but he insisted on catching the bus home as his leg was painful!
I realised that I'd managed 6000 steps and was very pleased, it's what I aim for but rarely manage. I usually only get to 5500.
4 comments:
That's cruel complaining about your weight when you are not fat, I imagine he has a big beer belly.
Was he kinder to you before he had his medical issues?
DH would buy my favourite cakes and biscuits when I was trying to lose weight. It seemed that if he couldn’t lose weight then neither should I. I have succeeded though, just having breakfast later and avoiding UPF.
When mine says something uncomplimentary about my appearance I unusually ignore him or say that I'm quite happy and that I could be a lot worse - Only occasionally I do I mention his - Sad to say now he reminds me of Albert Steptoe xx
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