Real support

So one of my friends texted me today telling me how uncool it was that my boyfriend "wouldn't let you eat what you wanted to" on Tuesday night.
We had met up with her post the gym, and that scary food diary debacle, and I asked my man to get me a wrap or something from the bar as he was walking off, and he just turned around and said nah, we can get something nicer later.
Well she exploded via text.
"I know he was trying to be helpful and remind you of the personal trainer's advice but it was way out of line and I didn't like it one bit. You're amazing and beautiful."
And this is the problem with the people who have thus far "supported" me in my life. Whether I'm amazing or beautiful has nothing to do with whether I'm fit and healthy or how wide my girth is.
FYI, I am a size 14, average height, but 89kgs a few weeks ago - this week 87 if I believe the scales.
I started going to the gym at 16 on my own because my parents didn't believe I needed to.
That's a whole decade before I gave up over a year ago. I just had enough. I wasn't enjoying it anymore, not like some of those gym junkie days.
I want to change, I want to be able to do this. It's 2pm and my headache or withdrawal or whatever is still taking over but spending the day in front of a computer monitor is not helping either. But I'm determined not to falter. Because if I'm going to do this I need real support, I need people to yell at me "STEP AWAY FROM THE CHOCOLATE..."PUT DOWN THE REECE'S PIECES" and you know, I know it's only for three months right now. Maybe after three months I won't even want it anymore...