Thursday, July 1, 2010

Love my hubster, but...

he really is my biggest obstacle. Don't get me wrong- he's right there with me- encouraging me, nodding his head, cheering when I have a good weigh in, tsking appropriately when I don't.

But he brings home fast food. He knows I have a love for butterfinger blizzards, and in the summer- he brings them home. A lot.

I can't toss them out, I can't leave it in the freezer and eat it over the course of the week... it's money down the drain- but I think he see's it as love.

I asked him once why bringing home a chicken sandwich, fries and a coke is his love note to me, and not- say... a stop at Albertson's for a pound of fresh kiwi's (which would send my mouth instead the sky!) He didn't have an answer...

I thought the talk would help-- but last night, a large fry and a hot fudge sundae is what he brought back with him. A night time snack.

I had the sundae (I had, notice "had," leftover calories) and a few fries...

Anyone out there have the same issues with a spouse or significant other? How do you handle it?

2 comments:

I Said So... said...

I understand. My mom did the same thing. I finally just had to tell her straight up.

Found your blog over at Scale Junkie.
Good luck! :)

Jack Sh*t, Gettin' Fit said...

He just wants to make you happy... so the next time he brings the junk, walk it over to the trash and chunk it. Sure it's wasteful, but I'd be willing to wager that you don't have to do it a second time.