I'm not overweight!

I'm not honestly, and those of you who meet me next week in London will be able to testify to the fact. And email my husband and tell him to lay off! Only joking, I can handle him my own way, in fact maybe even turn it to my advantage.

You see I had a situation on the weekend when he did actually tell me I was piling on the pounds in not the most flattering way. I'd got my old bikini and a couple of swimsuits on the bed, I'd just tried last year's swimsuit on and decided it needed changing (I never really liked in when I bought it) and I'd already decided to ditch the bikini, well I'd actually decided last year and the year before to ditch it but it got reprieved each time after a few words from P. See how fickle I am to my true thoughts, a few words of flattery can throw me off course.

Anyway he said great, go get a new swimsuit. I hadn't actually asked his opinion. Then on his way out of the bedroom he said "But it won't make any difference." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I called him back.

"Just what I said," was my husband's reply. "They're all good in my opinion, and please don't bother putting them on for me, but if you feel you want a new colour or something by all means go for it, but do it for the right reason, not because you think it will make you look slimmer or fitter or whatever. That has to come from you not the swimwear." Then he told me he thought I'd put a few pounds on and it was ok nothing to worry about in his opinion and off he went. Leaving me wishing he hadn't come into the bedroom at all and then re-trying each garment before finally going downstairs.

"So you think I'm overweight then," I said as I went to make a cup of tea. He just smiled and asked me what the scale said. So the scale does say I've gained a couple of extra pounds since spring, I told him so. I also asked him if he remembered a few years back when he 'helped' me lose weight by setting modest targets and spanking me, hard, if I failed to make them. It took a long time to adjust my weight by that method, I made sure of it, but got there eventually mainly because P had started to suspect I was cheating to miss my targets. He remembered, he said he didn't think that was necessary. I wondered why, did it mean he didn't care about how I looked?

I asked him, I knew I was becoming a nuisance. I said be brutal, tell me how much weight I need to lose. He said not to lose any as far as he was concerned, it was more a case of firming up the flab and in actual fact my weight would probably increase a bit if I did it well because muscle weighs heavier than fat and I might be happier then with what I see in the mirror, in or out of my swimsuits or any other clothing for that matter. I didn't speak to him for a couple of hours, I mean I didn't want that much truth:) Then later I asked him if he'd help me put a little exercise regime together, he said he would if I was serious.

So he's going to and I shall work at it that's for sure. Because when I asked him with a wink in my eye if he could consider spanking me like he did before, he said no because it couldn't really be judged by the weight on the scale, he'd just keep an eye on my progress and provide encouragement and when I'd adjusted sufficiently well to be comfortable with myself in the mirror, then he'd give me one very sound spanking for having thrown my old swimsuits away.

So that's the deal and I expect it to start in the next few days. And I won't throw my old swimsuits away just in case but needless to say I won't tell him that.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx