I’m a nice person. No, really! I’m not judgmental. Mostly. Ok, only when absolutely necessary. But I can be honest. That kind of honest most people hate. The kind that says, “Yep, that makes your butt look big.” (I’m not talking about you here. You are gorgeous!)
A couple of years back when the beloved husband announced he wanted to lose weight I gave him some tips. Not that I thought he needed to lose weight. He wasn’t really overweight but he carried some extra pounds in his stomach area.
The first tip was easy, eat one bagel instead of two for breakfast. He did it cold turkey. (No, he didn’t eat turkey, he eliminated one bagel starting the next day. There was no easing into it.)
Then he went from two pork chops to one. Downsizing portions slightly. Nothing like I have seen my good friends do. There were no visits to Weight Watchers or agonizing over meals. He always exercised so there was no change there. He lost 20 pounds. He went down a pant size. All good.
As I said, that was years ago. I didn’t know how he was regulating his loss but it didn’t seem to be a problem. There were no ups and downs. No discussions. No complaints. He stayed steady at his new weight. He was satisfied with smaller portions.
I didn’t hear a word until the day after Thanksgiving. That’s a really hard day to watch what you eat. There are all those side dishes, most of which only appear once a year. Then there is the bread. During “normal times” we only serve bread when it’s the starch of the meal, not the fifth starch of the meal.
So on Thanksgiving we had multiple starches and no healthy veggies (vegetables smothered in anything are not healthy ones).
Yes, it’s pathetic but you did the same thing.
One year I made a nice green salad but no one ate it. Why waste precious room on healthy dishes when there is stuffing to be eaten? With gravy! Then pie with whipped cream! Gotta save room! Something’s gotta go!
Back to the day after this gluttonous holiday – The beloved husband stepped on the scale. “I gained two pounds!” he announced (not at all happy).
My husband is like any other man. If he waits two hours, he loses weight whereas a woman will cut back on eating for a week, exercise her butt off and lose two ounces.
I hadn’t realized he was so tuned in.
He forced me to finish off the brownies that I HAD to bake so the house wouldn’t smell like day-old turkey. (How unfair is that?)
I’m pleased to announce that the next day all was well. He either had a major movement or whatever it is that makes men drop weight fast.
Tranquility has been restored but the brownies are gone.