My husband has lost nearly 60 pounds since October. Let me just put that out there. Not by any easy means, either, but simply by a lot of hard work. He started going to the gym religiously, he ate his weight in salad greens, and he does push-ups and crunches every night on the bedroom floor while watching the sports highlights. It’s been cool to see the transformation, but all of these sudden changes can affect the less-on-the-workout-wagon spouse. Sometimes these effects are positive, and sometimes these effects are down-right traumatic. Here I’ve broken it all down into a rudimentary “Pros and Cons” list.
Pro: Hello…my husband is hot. ‘Nough said.
Con: Other people also find my husband hot, which at first is alright, but jealously sets in pretty quickly. The first time he told me that he got a “woo hoo” while he was jogging, I wanted to claw someone’s eyes out. It felt like high school all over again.
Pro: He can pretty much tell me the number of calories in any food imaginable.
Con: He does tell me the number of calories in every food imaginable, and usually while I am shoveling said food into my face.
Pro: Sometimes seeing him being so active really inspires me to get more active.
Con: However, when I don’t act on this inspiration, I feel like a chubby lazy-butt.
Pro: He feels good enough about himself to be in a family picture.
Con: I no longer do.
Pro: He likes to go clothes shopping now.
Con: ummmm… I’m having a hard time thinking of a “con” for that one.
Hmmm. I have a hot husband who likes to shop. What am I whining about? I’m glad I got this down in writing so I can see clearly now how great I’ve got it.
That was a helpful list.
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That’s the greatest part of growing older — my hot hubby and I are on the same wavelength with regards to weightloss:
“Wow, we really need to do something about our unwanted extra 1/2 of a person we’re both toting around”, “We should do something really soon”, “Whoa, I ate too much dinner, now I’m too stuffed and sleepy to take a walk, etc….perhaps tomorrow”.
My big fear is the day one of us jumps out-of-character and decides to actually do something (we know it won’t be me!) Then I’ll have to add wrinkles to YOUR scenario! Now I’m depressed — where’d I leave those chocolate covered almonds?
Love you
MOM
Comment by mom — May 14, 2007 @ 7:33 pm