My husband and I try to lose weight differently. He likes to change all his eating habits and foods, while I try to maintain portion control and still eat the foods I like. His works much faster, like all men. I average about two pounds off a month. I’ve only started this month, so I’m down two pounds. He’s been on his diet for two months and is down nearly twenty pounds. How is that fair?
Granted, I don’t try as hard as he does. I don’t like to go without all the foods I enjoy. My dad used to say, “Everything in moderation.” I try to follow that adage, but my kryptonite is portion control. If I like something I eat, I want more. Unlike me, my husband can change his eating habits, but he eventually gets sick of what he’s eating, and begins binging on his old favorites, chips and crackers. I guess neither one of us has the answer to successful “take it off and keep it off.”
As I write this, it all sounds good. But what I forget to include is the lunch out with a friend, or my sister. Or the holiday candy and dinner. There are lots of little pitfalls during the week that make my weight loss difficult. If I had the will power to say no, I wouldn’t be overweight in the first place!
I do like the way I feel when I’m dieting. I have more energy. So does my husband. He takes less naps now. I know we are on the right track. I just hate that it always takes so long. Soon people will be noticing my husband’s weight loss, and I’ll be standing there saying in my head, “Wait! I’m dieting too!” Sadly, mine won’t be noticeable for about six months. I’ll take comfort in the knowledge that we are in this together for the long haul. His success is my success.