The other day, my husband and I were in bed next to each other when he put his hand on my stomach.
“You know I think you are much hotter right now than you are in marathon condition,” he said.
Of course, because I am female, I started to take it the wrong way (You think I am fat, do you?) but I quickly regrouped and realized he was right. I do look more like the woman he married, the more voluptuous, womanly woman who was proud of her curves. Until I started running.