This is not so much about my weight loss as my partner in crime. We have been together for five years now. Five whole years! I can say that in my life he is such a constant, such a rock. He laughs with (and at) me, he holds me when I cry, he worries when I'm sick and think about calling my mom for advice and he face lights up when he says something funny and I laugh.
He loves me. He loves me for me. I was thinner when we met, I was heavier than I have ever been just a short while ago, and he still loves me. The only thing he ever said is that he wished we were both healthier. He doesn't care what size I am, he only wants me to be happy.
When I come home from a run and I'm excited at what I'm accomplishing he's excited for me. When I can do more pushups than ever before, he cheers me on, when I make time to work out instead of getting supper ready he makes it for me, or happily waits until I can get it for him. He pushes me through, carries me on and walks beside me.
I am stronger because of him. I can stand up for myself and that's part of what I think this weight loss journey is: Standing up for myself and putting myself first for my health. He has taught me to say No. He has learned with me in this relationship and he definitely has rolled his eyes a few times at the craziness that can be me, but he has never left. He will never leave. He loves me. The good and the bad. The crazy and the sane. The forgetful and the amazingly memorable times. He loves me. And I love him.