Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I have been pretty pleased with my weight loss. I've been taking 3-mile walks with my dog every other day (shorter walks on odd days). I've really been aware of the amount of fat and I've incorporated into our family meals. It's been very positive overall. That is until my husband came downstairs and declared that I've put him on a diet, too. He wasn't judging, it was said very matter-of-fact. The thing is, however, he's thin to begin with. He is 6'7", and as of tonight weighs 167 lbs. He said he doesn't remember when his weight went below 170 lbs. Of course, he also said that he hasn't felt hungry at all. My kids seem okay; they snack plenty. So I'm not worried about them. Not that I'm worried about my husband. Jealous, maybe. For the first time in years, I finally weigh less than he does. At 5'7", I am also a foot shorter than he is, so I should weigh less (way less). It just stinks that every day I have to tell myself not to eat more of this or that, even if it is healthy, because ultimately more calories are not what I need. Sigh.