Confession: How Shallow am I?

I always thought that it didn’t matter what shape my man was in. My father had a belly and I thought it was endearing actually. So as my husband and I got older and life got busier I thought he was crazy for getting a trainer and waking up at 6:00 am to work out. Cuz..I liked him just the way he was! But two years later I realized that I am a lot more shallow than I ever gave myself credit for. All his hard work had definitely paid off. Not only was he more fun to be around because he wasn’t nearly as stressed, but he looked amazing. It surprised me how safe I could feel, lost in a pair of huge, muscular arms!  And…here’s the confession…I liked him MORE. Ahhh. Who knew?!! My name is Bianca and I like my husband better with muscles…How not like Molly is that? What does that say about men everywhere? I mean it isn’t ok when he ecourages me to take a walk or looks at me funny when I eat an extra piece of cake or when I see that petrified look in his eyes when I gain extra pounds during pregnacy….but really….I might be just as bad now that I know the difference. Ahhhhh…always something to work on I guess.