A little humor...

Fortunately for me, my husband has a good sense of humor. It's a little risque', but we're all adults here...

Last night Ande mentioned the fact that sex is a good workout. I said, "You're right - but if I'm supposed to work out for an hour every day, what am I supposed to do for the other 58 minutes?"

He totally cracked up! Of course, this is the same guy who said THIS as well...LOL

Does anyone else have a problem with being sabotaged by her family?

My husband knows I have been struggling with my weight since we got married. In the first year we were married, I gained 40lbs. Now, I might have been (very) slightly underweight when we got married, but not 40lbs. Of course, I had a trio of events that contributed to my weight gain. Before we got married I quit smoking, which of course left me with an oral fixation that needed to be filled. Then we got married, so I had to cook. My husband could exist on hamburgers, potatoes, and ice cream, and yet he's tall and slender. I could eat a bowl of cereal for dinner and be happy, but that wasn't going to cut it for him. Plus, it's hard to eat something "healthy" when you've got someone eating a burger or cheese sticks, or whatever right next to you. I LOVE fattening food, I can't help it. We also ate a LOT of fast food when we first got married, because we worked the afternoon shift and it was just way easier to stop on the way to work to get something to eat. To top that all off, after a few months of marriage, I took the opportunity to quit working to be a SAHM to my 2 children, as well as Ande's daughter when she was at our house. So now, not only was I eating more because I quit smoking, eating less healthy because it was easier on me, but I was also not burning whatever calories I used to burn by working on my feet 8-12 hour a day, 5-7 days each week.

Fast forward to my 3rd pregnancy - I didn't gain a whole lot, and I lost every pound in 2 weeks. Unfortunately I was still about 30lbs heavier than I probably should be. Within 9 months, I was pregnant again. I gained a little more that time, but still lost it all within a couple of weeks. (Most of my weight was water) Somehow, I have now managed to put on approximately 20lbs in the last year. I don't have any idea how much I weigh, because I hate the idea of even stepping on a scale.

Now we're up to the present. My husband knows that I am unhappy with my weight. Yet he does things that aren't helping me. A few months ago, I got a treadmill (it was free - YEAH). He asked why I wanted it. (Um...to WALK on?) I sort of lost my desire to try to do this for a while, but Devin's decision to try to lose weight and get in better shape helped give me some motivation to work on myself again. Last night, I made chicken for dinner. I only made enough for each person to have one serving (which is plenty). I figure I need to start my quest towards a better body with some portion control. My husband ate his piece and asked if there was more. I told him there wasn't, but that he could have some of mine. I cut about 1/3 off of my chicken and offered it to him. So then he says, "but you're hungry." I told him that I didn't NEED to eat the entire piece of chicken, and he responds with, "You're eating like a bird, what have you eaten today?" So I told him what I had eaten, and he still didn't want to take the chicken. I finally just put it on his plate. Problem solved, right?

This morning, when I was getting ready to take my son to the bus stop before school, my husband asked if I would start his car. I said I would, and he proceeds to tell me that he bought me a candy bar and it's in the console of his car. ARGH!!! What is it with him? (BTW, I left the candy bar in his car. I didn't even LOOK at it)

Does anyone else have this problem????