Begining of June and Partner Support

I didn't pay that much attention today to the fact that it was the first of June. I got up, ate porridge for breakfast, remember to take all my tablets, and exercised with the Wii for 20 min. I haven't done anything in such a long time, but I made up my mind last night that I would do something and so I did. I didn't really realise the significance of doing it on the first of the month though. Now that I have, I make a vow to myself that I will continue June the way that I started- eating healthy, tracking points and exercising.
My fiance and I have decided that we will get dressed first thing when we get up and walk the children to the bus stop (it's only about five minutes from us, so we usually don't go with them). After seeing them off our plan is to go for a walk around the neighbourhood and explore a bit. We live only two streets from the water now, so that seems like a good idea! We both want to get into shape, so he's more than happy to support my journey.
I've read a fair bit lately about the supportiveness (or lack thereof) of friends and partners. For myself I have come to realise how important a supportive partner is. Skott is wonderful- from agreeing to do the whole dinner and bath thing by himself one night a week so that I can go to the WW meetings, to enthusiastically eating and cooking the WW meals I plan, to being actively interested in my progress and willingly participating and supporting me in my attempts to get more physical. He doesn't have a weight problem, as such, but is limited by some health issues which have impacted on his previous robust health and physical condition. He's as keen as I am to look good on our wedding day and lead a healthier life, so he is incredibly supportive of my efforts.
Compared to my ex, who actively attempted to discourage me, belittled my weight loss efforts, refused to eat anything I cooked that was not to his specifications (quite limited), constantly told me that I would never lose weight with WW, and not at all unless I ran (his answer to everything). It was not like he was uber physical- he was thin, rarely ate and existed on a diet of fastfood and pot. His one claim to physical activity was doing a manual labour job for a while. Despite this, he still held himself out as an 'authority' on losing weight.
Not surprisingly, I didn't manage to lose a great deal of weight when I was with him. My first go at WW, several years ago when my sister got married, was successful. But as soon as that wedding was over, I had so much trouble trying to maintain the losses. Combined with a new job in a call centre and deep, deep depression arising from my abusive relationship, I was an emotional eating time bomb.
Now though, I feel so much more confident about myself, my abilities, my sexiness. Even though I am almost as heavy as I have ever been, I like myself so much more. The love of a good man has made a big difference to my life and having someone support me 110% makes all the difference to my emotions and hence my desire to take care of myself by eating well and exercising.