He's called several times since then, to reiterate mostly. He hasn't once asked me how I'm doing with dieting, or what I've eaten. He just tells me he loves me and he's going to prayer for me, that he's on my side.
My bully could be called a lot of things right now: unhealthy eating habits, sedentary lifestyle, lack of exercise, disappointment, defeat, burgeoning depression. That bully has been kicking my tushy for so long, that I've lost sight of being the victor.