Phone conversation with the bro

So I caved :\ whilst talking on the phone with Matthew. It started with him asking how I'm eating over here. And at first I was going to say reasonably and leave it at that. And I did, that is, until I kept babbling on as though I had a nervous tick. Arghhh

So I ended up telling him my starting weight, current weight, fact I've lost 9 lbs so far (seemed shocked at that), my next couple goal weight rewards, my ultimate goal weight (he thought I stuttered when I said 158), some emerging muscle definition in my arms/back, lower pouch frustration, 70% diet/30% exercise revelation and 'it clicking', and about my worries for maintaining progress when I return home (i.e., Dad buying danishes and sticking them in my face to which he said "Oh, we'll definitely do something about that. Like dad if you bring those in the house, you're in serious shit."), frustration with everyone concerning themselves with my weight/eating/exercising habits (to which I fabricate the answers for personal entertainment's sake) The dad and danish comment made me feel supported, and as though he was taking my journey seriously. I explained how all this awful 'motivation' my family gives me is really counterintuitive and that I wish it would stop. He said that's partly just our Polish family. I made it clear that I'm doing this for me and not just for a smaller number on the scale but for a healthier being with a weight loss by-product. We both agreed that we were happier where we were at in our lives this moment. Nice to be on the same page for once. Had to get this encounter down on blog, doesn't happen very often.