Moderately grateful

My view of the world is black and white. Conversations with Boyfriend go like this:
Me: I’m giving up coffee. I’ll drink tea instead.
Boyfriend: Why don’t you just drink coffee sometimes?
Me: I’m sick of my hair. I’m going to cut it like Annie Lennox.
Boyfriend: Why don’t you get a trim and see how you feel?
Every time he gives me an un-extreme option it blows my mind that it’s even available to me.
I’d declare this fills me with such gratitude my heart could burst; but he’d feel more comfortable if I instead stated I’m moderately grateful for his perspective.