The luck of the German

There are a lot of reasons why I love my husband.
Here's just one.
Since our wedding, less than a year ago, I have gained roughly 30 pounds. Some of what's to blame is being comfortable and secure in my relationship. Also to blame is the fact that I recenly quit smoking cold turkey after about 10 years. Mostly it's just that I love eating food and I'm good at it.
Anyhow, since the gain, and the subsequent morphing of my body, my husband has yet to say one word about it. He has never commented on it, has never tsk tsked me when I want pizza for dinner yet again, has never looked at me differently, and is as interested as ever in me physically.
When I told him that I wanted to start a healthier eating regiment he was supportive and offered to change his eating habits as well.
I know it may be stupid to be thankful for something your husband should do anyway, but I don't care.
He's the best and I am one lucky girl.