Living with a foodie
Sunday, October 11, 2009
DH brought home a bagel and nonfat decaf latte for me. And immediately started talking about brunch. Or lunch. This is a daily event. We eat and as we eat, he's planning his next meal, or next several meals. It's no wonder I gained weight in our first year together. It's a constant struggle to NOT keep up with his eating schedule. A constant battle to NOT eat what he's eating. "No, sweetie, I don't want a burger at 380 calories a patty plus a 200 calorie bun plus half a bag of chips which will equal a day's worth of calories and a week of fat and sodium." "No, dear, I'm not baking a sour cream coffee cake this week, you and I don't need to have that in the house." "No, sweetie, tell Ben and Jerry to get out of the grocery cart. They can't come home with us."
It would be different if he were one of those men who could eat anything and stay skinny. But the man has never been skinny in his life. He and I were both built with large frames that pack on the lbs to insulate us against the frozen tundra our ancestors came from.
So even though we live in the Caribbean, our bodies store everything for later. Just in case the Ice Age hits.
We just don't need all that food. And I just don't need to have it at home, or in my face. Keep it away.
Maybe some garlic around my neck will ward it off.