Sometimes it is an absolute Drag. My frustration comes from being on vacation and my husband, who loves summer cookouts is making all the usual summer fare on the grill. He eats and eats and I watch and pick and not only doesn't he gain ,but actually loses weight to the point of practically falling out of his pants. All the while I have been stuck in a holding pattern at around 220lbs for about 2 months. I know he is more active in summer, he is watersking, playing ball, and generally outdoors and moving, but so am I . Okay not to his level but, I thought that my weightloss would accelerate to where I maybe would have lost at least half of the 25 lbs. to my goal by mid September. But I can't get out of the 220's.
In the meantime and I've been noticing Hubby shirtless while out watersking and I can see his ribs as well as feel them. I asked him how be losing weight with all the eating he has been doing lately. He said "I'm not losing weight, I weigh 195lbs. as i always did." I said wanna bet? tugging on his too baggy shorts. On the way to weigh, I told him my guess was 180lbs. and in my head I imagined throwing his skinny butt through the bedroom window if I was right. I was getting jealous and angry at him for being able to do what I have spent a year or more doing, losing weight. Except he doesn't even try, certainly doesn't need to , and doesn't even notice that he has. And here I am struggling to at the moment. "What's the bet? he asked. To myself I said You make it out of the room alive. But to him, "I treat you to a new fishing rod at Cabela's and if I'm right we go to Broadway Play to be announced." Agreed!
I was apprehensive when he got on the scale. I mean , if he was right ( of course he won't be ) I lose, but if I'm right, even if win I lose. I just can't stand that he can lose weight and eat allday. The # was 185lbs. Closer to my guess than his. He said "I guess you win. you were closer, just tell me what were going to see and I'll get the tickets."
and he kissed me on the forehead. I resisted the strong urge to send him through the bedroom window. Instead I pouted and shoved him hard enough to send him nearly over the bed and walked out saying " I told you! You're getting too skinny!" But I was really mad at myself for not seeing any progress. I let my frustrartion manifest into jealousy and took it out on him for moving my goal line 10 lbs. further, and so it felt like I had gained 10lbs. He can't help it if he has the metabolism of a hummingbird. He tells me that I look as good as I did when we first dated, which is funny because I weigh the same now as then. But I want to weigh less than that, even less than he does if possible. SIGH ! I thank all who post here . We can all use some encouragement from time to time, and see that we all experience some frustrations. But let's keep the goal in mind and not let emotions take too much away from what we are tring to do. Okay, so I've vented. This is a good place for that isn't it?