Tuesday, June 30, 2009
So. The main reason I signed up for this site was solidarity for my husband to lose some weight.
When we met, he was about 170-175, still a little heavy for his height (5'7"), but he was eating healthfully and exercising. He started a new job in September and seemingly instantly gained 20lbs. Now he's up to 202 lbs.
Here's where my frustration comes in: He's expressed desire to lose the weight. He complains everyday about how uncomfortable he is with the extra pounds. I am extremely supportive. I cook healthy meals. I bring healthy food into the house and keep out the junk. I suggest he track his calories, but I don't police what he's eating. I do more than my fair share of chores so he can have more time to exercise. But he does pretty much next to nothing to help himself. He's gotten out for a couple of hikes, but immediately upon return to the house eats a pile of cheese or peanut butter. The refridgerator is literally crammed full of healthy food-- you can't fit anything else in there--but he wants to go get Taco Bell.
"Are you freaking serious! Everything you need to make a healthy taco is in the fridge right now -- including homemade mango salsa! I work all day, then do extra chores, shop for healthy food (including going to the dreaded Wal-mart), cook delicious healthful dinners, so that you can reach self-actualization and your ideal weight, but you binge on fat foods!"
Okay, so this is what I'm thinking, but haven't articulated. I'll definitely have to tone down the language quite a bit, but the convo is going to need to happen. I listened to my mother bitch about her weight and then proceed to polish off a bag of chips or M&Ms for 18 years; I can't do it anymore. Either make a serious effort or buy some bigger pants.