Let’s clear the air on this whole “diet” thing that I’ve been referring to lately. If you’ve spent even one minute with me, you know I love food. I love food and I love eating food. So why on Earth would I voluntarily put myself on any kind of diet? Also, I’ve mentioned that Tall Guy and I are dieting together, and that he’s sort-of in charge of what we’re allowed to eat. This is NOT because he decided to put me on a diet, or because he thinks I need to lose weight. No, no, no.
Here’s the story:
When Tall Guy and I met, although it wasn’t something we truly noticed at the time, we were both rather slim. I mean, I knew that I was particularly slim, but wasn’t paying any real attention to his weight. One of the (many) things that Tall Guy and I have in common is a genuine love of food. We like making it, we like trying new foods, we enjoy different styles of preparation and recipes/restaurants providing tastes from foreign lands. Almost every single date we ever had included food. Usually a full meal. You can see that this, in itself, could already present a problem.
Something else to remember is that Tall Guy is tall. I mean 6’8″ and an athlete through college. Simply because he has that much more body to move, and because he was constantly exhausting it, he has a tendency to eat more than a person of average height. And that’s fine. That’s normal. For him. Not so much when I started eating as much as he did, simply because he was still eating. It wasn’t a conscious decision, to match his plate… it just sort of happened. So not only were we eating all the time, I was suddenly eating a lot more.
As Tall Guy’s business world has taken off, his time for physical activity has lessened. However, after so many years of eating enough to compensate for excessive activity, it didn’t necessarily occur to him to scale back (and it certainly didn’t occur to me that he should). So now we’re both eating more than a 6’8″ man needs to eat. You see where this is headed?
Prior to our wedding, we each had intentions of losing weight. Independently, in our own ways and on our own terms. I could have cared less about his weight, and he mine. It was truly our own vanities. Tall Guy dropped a ton of weight by running and working with a personal trainer. We both ate more healthfully when at home (although not necessarily less). I attempted a few things and lost some weight, but only temporarily.
So we’ve both been concerned about our own weight since we’ve been engaged. That was in 2012. Despite independent efforts, we weren’t making real progress. About a month ago, Tall Guy hit his breaking point. Whatever it was, something made him determined to get back into shape. He encouraged me to partner with him both to provide support and also (likely) to get me to stop whining and bemoaning my own appearance. He did an extensive amount of research (Googling) and had definite ideas about how to best improve our chances to lose weight, so I put him in charge of the diet. Carbs, calories, fat, saturated fat, sugars, sodium, I just don’t care. It was easier to let him deal with all those things.
Tall Guy’s plan is for us to spend three months being extremely strict with our diet and ramping up exercise in an attempt to lose as much weight as we can, and hopefully create better habits. Then at the end of the three months, we can find some sort of balance between the restrictive menu and our previous glutenous ways. (Trust me: we’re actually rock stars at our favorite sushi joint purely because of the amount of sushi that we consume. I kid you not. We walk in and it’s like we’re long lost relatives. It’s a freaking celebration.)
We are avoiding saturated fats and sugars. We’re avoiding white bread, white pasta and white rice. We’re eating less red meat and more fish. Eating out usually leaves us with salads or grilled fish, just to avoid sauces and batter of unknown components. He’s not drinking beer and I’m cutting back on wine (hey! Red wine is good for your heart!). No sodas, so no mixed drinks that include soda. He’s cut out fruit juices and I’m only having a small glass of orange juice with breakfast (I’m convinced it keeps me from getting sick). Aside from a brief Derby slip-up (which was only about day 4 of our diet) we’ve both been doing a great job.
Tonight we’re going to a baseball game. Tampa Bay Rays vs. NY Yankees. You cannot attend a baseball game and not eat a hot dog. It’s just WRONG. So, tonight, we’re lifting our diet and we’re eating hot dogs. In fact, that’s the entire purpose behind this post. It’s not about the diet, truly. It’s about the fact that, tonight, I get to eat a hot dog! I GET TO EAT A HOT DOG!!!
Anywho, hope that clears up the diet questions that may have been lingering. I still love food and will never be able to stop. We’re just taking a little space, right now.