Morning all,
{{{KT}}} and {{{Dys}}}
Am convinced husband has a death wish. Yesterday's comment about my weight: "Yeah, it's great that you've lost so much - you were starting to look like your Aunt" (A lovely woman, but at least 50 lbs heavier than I have ever been)
Today's comment (while watching me get dressed, because he's annoying like that) "You know, you really don't have *that* much fat on you."
Mind you, this was me feeling pretty good before this, as I finally got to the point yesterday where I fall into 'normal' on a BMI chart. Grr.