Husband’ New Eating Regime
Valentine’s Day was fun! We went to a restaurant (with the kids, of course–this is what I call a “fake date.”) That’s okay though–I was just happy that my husband took us without complaining!
He’s on a new health kick. He read some book about foods, fat, sugar, preservatives, and stuff like this. One major point was how when foods taste bad, we mask them with sauces and spices–but we shouldn’t because if it tastes bad, that’s our body’s natural way of saying it doesn’t want that food. (As my husband was explaining this to me, I was packing away chips and dip like I hadn’t eaten in years!)
My initial reaction was “He clearly has a girlfriend who’s been telling him this kind of stuff. Kind of like Angelina’s humanitarian stuff, and suddenly Brad’s trying to do the same thing. Also, when did Brad Pitt start looking like Adolf Hitler with that horrid mustache?”
(Sorry to bring that up–it’s really making me mad though. I want to go back to the days when Angie wore sloppy clothes and acted openly psycho at interviews and Brad was hot.)
So, he’s telling me about these new eating habits, and after the girlfriend thought, all I could think was, “Thank goodness. He’s FINALLY going to quit feeding the kids sugar all the time!” And he DID, which is so wonderful. I love it. They get sugar, but normal amounts of it now.
Part of his new “health regime” (this is what he calls it) is that he only eats when he’s hungry. This means that even when the family sits down to dinner, if my husband isn’t hungry, he doesn’t eat. (This is extremely annoying, as you can imagine.) So of COURSE at the restaurant, he realized he wasn’t hungry. When they came to take his order–btw, don’t you hate it when waitresses flirt with your husband?…He orders a “mini” bowl of soup. The thing was the size of my thumb. Come ON. We go to restaurants like once a freaking year man, EAT.
The good news is that he looks so nice! I think I’ve mentioned that even when my husband’s weight sounds like an astronomical number, he still looks handsome. (Perhaps that’s just me?) His weight fluctuates, so I’ve seen him thin as well as fat–he always looks cute. But now he’s looking kind of like he did during our dating days! So, I guess that’s an okay trade off when he just sits there while the rest of us eat dinner together.
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Please share the title of this book if you can.. my husband needs to read it. He thinks (SERIOUSLY thinks) that greasy sausage is good for him because it’s meat, and that he can gorge on ice cream as long as he considers taking a walk some time this week. Sigh..
OH, yes! That’s exactly what my husband used to think.
Well, unfortunately the book is in Russian. I also wanted to read it, but too hard…I will try to find it in English and will absolutely pass it along.
As a sidenote, my husband used to feel it was fine to eat a snack until your body was “satisfied.” He didn’t do this often–but there were occasions when he’d eat an entire box of donuts citing this personal theory as back up.
Well if he’s not using the doughnut theory anymore can I?
Maybe I am breaking the rules by reading your blog, being a man who identifies a little to close with Homer Simpson. My kids would probably say I would be good fodder for your blog.
I love your sense of humor.
Keep at it. Thanks, Grayquill
Hi Grayquill, thank you! Don’t worry, you aren’t alone. A lot of men READ this blog–but most of them are afraid to admit it by openly posting. They email me instead. Women do the opposite–post rather than email.
I find it interesting that you compare yourself to Homer Simpson. I feel that deep down, all men want to be just like him. Is that true?