Maybe the past one or two posts have been the dark and hugely vain side of me. I decided to post one about a recent occurrence that helped to put me down a notch or two on the vanity scale. My husband recently got another job in KZN and had to move back home with me. (YAY!) He came back with a whole lot of furniture from our Jhb apartment so as it stands we have 2 of everything. Of course I am not complaining you can never have enough of anything in the kitchen: glasses spice racks microwave coasters etc.... but the one package he came with that I do not find fascinating or appealing is his belly, a huge round almost marble hard belly.
I was thinking that he has gotten used to it because he was not saying anything of it, I mean this thing seems to have grown almost overnight and must have (I am sure) changed the size of his waist.
Last week, Sydney finally said something about his overall weight needing to go down a notch or two.... I was amazed since I hadn't a clue on how to bring up the topic. You see when you are overweight yourself it becomes almost impossible to bring up a weight issue on another individual especially if that individual has:
a) sworn you to a for better and for worse vow
b) been your life support during your worst weight gain times and loved you unashamedly
c) weighs far less than you to begin with, so how dare you?
He first announced that he was going to commence something called a "juice" diet; a week-long -quickish plan to lose a bit of the belly weight he's gained since being in Jhb (the Nandos / Shisanyama / excessive beer boozing). This ofcourse is happening just in time for our July trip to somewhere warm and beachy where shirts will not be worn -- location as yet undetermined, but it ( I think Thailand vacation) is desperately needed. (And it should include shopping so it should also help with the depressed side (ME)
The juice diet Book recommends measuring weight loss in centimeters and taking "before" photos of your previously-pudgy self to motivate you when the need to quit strikes harder than the need to be thinner. And tough it is, since there's also a strict eating plan: six days of drinking juices slightly resembling the pukes you have spewed out during your hectic varsity days.
On the upside if you can call it that your body will benefit from the nutrients of consuming fruits and proteins from raw vegetables, and legumes. (On the seventh day you are done just in time to preserve some sanity and hopefully you are 5 kgs lighter, the dieter in me knows that this is only the starting point but my poor husband feels certain it will be the end of his bulge problem which he believes is only 5kgs "a notch or two" ( I think not but Lord Bless his soul for trying)
Sydney also asked if he could join me (after his juice diet) in our home gym from now on and that he is willing to modify our meals to accommodate my new found eating habits. No problem!!!!! I'm too lazy to make separate meals, anyway, which makes him on my weight loss path by default.Which is fine, really. Not that I think he is hugely overweight but I expect to see results, weightwise and it's good to support one's husband regardless.
Yes?
Yes.
This should also train him to be slightly more sensetive to his wife.
Imagine this scene: Our house, Monday Morning. We're getting ready for work. I am looking proudly at my semi naked body (in underwear) and telling him I am ready for my first full body picture, liking the state of my shape forming body...
Me: Ugh, this isn't working as well as I thought it would be after 3 months, I feel like my thighs are huge and my belly is so jelly! (Awaiting a sweet flattery statement from my hubby to take my ego up a notch or two....)
Sydney: Maybe this is a good day to take your "before" pictures!
Me: (A few minutes of silence wherein I give him a killer look which he doesn't even notice open my mouth as if to search for a good come back line then close my mouth finish dressing up, and loudly stomp out of the room.)
Maybe this is a good day to take your before pictures?
.....BEFORE PICTURES?!!!
Where the f.... has he been all this time? Was my 107kg body not before enough for him, he had to wait over 15kgs weight loss for him to acknowledge it as a "before"..... $)"&:&@))'!@;$& and ($&@);!?$&!!!!!!!!!!!
Okaaaay, well these things happen; obviously, men sometimes say really, really stupid things that are so obviously insensitive to their wives...
Consider that my husband not only did not reassure me as to the un-huge-ness of my thighs; the un-jelly-ness of my tummy and not only implicitly confirmed that my thighs are, in fact, huge coupled with a jelly tummy (which carried his kids BTW) ; but also suggested that my body (at + 15 kgs weight loss) is huge and jello enough that a photo of it in it's current state would be a phenomenal motivator for the weight loss plan I will be starting with him (I have been on this for 3months...Mr Brown)
And then, consider that despite the said suggestion, I did not kill him.
Which is to say: clearly, that my self-control is off the charts... the same self control that got me +15 kgs lighter.
Which is not to say he did not manage to take my huge head down a notch or two....
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