Letting It Sink In

As I went though the local drive-thru Starbucks today, I remembered my reaction when I saw the sign that it was going to be built right in my neighborhood. I'd thrown my hands in the air and cheered! I love coffee. I really do. But then I realized something. I'd cheered for a drive-thru Starbucks? Like it was worth celebrating? But every time my husband says "I love you" or "You look beautiful," I don't throw my hands in the air and cheer with joy. Instead I let it sink in, warming me through and through, filling my heart so that I can truly know he loves me and believe he thinks I'm beautiful.

This is important, I think. Letting it sink in. I'm writing about it on my weight-loss blog for a reason. It's hard to believe your husband when he tells you that you look great, because you know his goal is to make you happy and he'll say anything to accomplish that goal. My husband reminded me of something, though. He wouldn't let me wear something in public if he thought it made me look fat. So when I ask him, "How do I look?" and he says, "Beautiful," he's probably telling the truth.

And once I accepted this, I let that sink in. When I dropped two dress sizes in the last 4 months and he told me my body was noticeably changing and he was happy to really see my waist more defined, I believed him, and it motivated me to work even harder.

I don't ever believe the compliments I receive. I always think they're motivated by something. Nothing malicious, of course. I simply wonder if my trainer at the gym thinks I need a confidence boost, if my husband is trying to make me feel good, or if my children are trying to get a treat. It's time to stop wondering! It's time to say thanks, believe it, and let it all sink in.