A Fabulous Boyfriend Can Sometimes Wreak Havoc.....

Well. I think this first few days on SP has been good. So far I've been drinking my 8 glasses of water a day (well, it's really 2 giant water bottles....which makes me think it's easier!). I want to start my work out routine on a *fresh week*. A fresh week to me means that it is a new week. Yes, I know. I could've said new week but when I started writing that sentence that is what came to mind. Anyway, it's a little bit OCD of me to want to do that, I think, but I want to start next week out by doing everything right. Today, I made my first bad food choice. I shared some cheese fries with my boyfriend. A small side-note: My boyfriend is the most amazing person I know. He's incredibly sweet, very understanding and loves me more than anyone else in my entire life ever has (excluding my mother of course). I've never been around a more genuine person. He is naturally the most moral being on the face of the planet. He can't lie to save himself. He has the greatest sense of humor that could possibly be put into one person. Oh. And to top it all off, he's super cute. (All women usually know what I mean when I say that. He's handsome for those of you that don't understand girl-speak. When I tell him he's cute though...I have to swap the four letter word of CUTE for the other four letter word that men understand...SEXY). Anyway, the point of my little rant is that it's hard for him to understand why I shouldn't eat cheese fries. He loves me the way I am. So when I go to a restaurant with him he can't fathom why I just wouldn't order cheese fries. If I say, "I'm trying to watch what I eat because I want to lose weight.", he just gets this funny/scrunched up look on his face. It's like he doesn't even notice that I've gained weight since we started dating. Don't get me wrong. It's fantastic that he doesn't think that. It makes me love him even more. But, I wish when we went out that I wasn't pressured into eating something unhealthy because I have a fabulous boyfriend. First world problems, right? I know. There are starving children all over the world and I'm complaining because my boyfriend loves me the way I am. I just wish I could get past the thought in my mind, "Well. Garrett loves me the way I am. So it doesn't matter what I look like." Because in all actuality, I don't love myself the way I am. Isn't that important too?