Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I've been with my boyfriend for a little over six months, and I am blissfully happy.
I'm also 15 lbs. heavier. Ouch.
When we met in August, I was at my lowest weight remembered, 172. I was on my way to waving goodbye to the 170s, nevermind saying hello to the 180s again. The scale said ALMOST 190! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN???
When I picked up the love of my life, I also picked up some of his not-so-great habits.
- He loves to sleep in, which means I pass on my Saturday morning workout.
- After we roll out of bed (before noon, if the stars are aligned), it's off to one of his many favorite greasy spoons for breakfast. 3 pancakes bigger than my expanding rear, some (okay, half) of his homefries and buckets of coffee, anyone?
- My love has a car, though while quite convenient, means I don't walk nearly as much as I used to. During my single weekends, walking was transportation and entertainment. Not so much now.
- Due to a late and large breakfast, we skip lunch most of the time and I'm famished by dinner.
- There's rarely food that's his in his kitchen, let alone food that's fresh. Nary a leafy green or shiny apple to be seen. Most of our meals are eaten out.
I just finished reading Your Big Fat Boyfriend (reviewed in a recent Daily Spark post). Though it contained not much new information or solutions (hog-tie boyfriend, steal wallet and Peapod groceries over, STAT! No? Not cool?), it did reinforce the necessity of planning, paying attention, and prioritizing.
I can't really say it's easier to lose weight while single, because I didn't particularly find it easy. I have a new set of challenges now, but I know what they are and I am constantly reminding myself of them. I'm just going to have to be a bit more diligent, which will probably yield better results than the hog-tying would, anyway.