Kissing another man

It's been a full month since our first group workout, and I can't believe the changes. I would have never guessed that I could run so far or for so long (well, it's still a walk/jog, but let's not quibble). I'm eating better, feeling better, sleeping better. Clothes no longer fit like they used to fit. It's all good.

The weirdest compliment I've received so far? My wife told me that my skin feels ... wait for it, wait for it ... luxurious. Seriously? Is that an adjective any burly man has ever wanted to hear used of himself? I didn't ask for clarification, but I got it anyway. She continued, "your skin used to be rough and scaly. Your elbows in particular were abrasive. But now? You're skin so soft. And your skin color is better too. You used to have dark circles under your eyes, but they're fading. And I can tell you're getting a lot thinner. Don't take this wrong, but when I kiss you, it almost feels like I'm kissing another man."

Ok ... not sure what to do with that. I'm glad she's noticing the improvements. I'm also glad that she stopped short of comparing me to the ugly duckling and a beautiful swan. If she were to compare me to a bird, I would have wanted to be compared to a pterodactyl. They're cool.