The Garden of Eatin'

Two chicken salad wraps
Two peanut butter and freezer jam sandwiches
3 hard boiled eggs
2 string cheese
1 bowl of cottage cheese + peach yogurt
1 apple
1 cup of applesauce
1 diet cherry vanilla coke

This isn't the contents in their entirety of the fridge in the office break room. This is what I fixed for my husband to eat for his lunch today. Not for him and the other full-size man in his shirt pocket. Just for him.

I didn't marry a binge eater...I married a personal trainer. I married the guy who weighs himself first thing in the morning as naked as he came and prays that the day prior didn't leave him in a calorie deficit causing him to lose weight and fall under 190.

Exit that world, and please enter mine. Hello. Welcome. I'm the girl who is meant (and lawfully bound) to spend the rest of her life cohabiting with the irrational fears of a boy who doesn't want to lose weight. His loss is my gain. I mean that literally.

Case Study #1
Josh and I went on a road trip where we were away from our routines of eating regularly and excercising daily. Upon our return, he was down 3 lbs, I was up 3 lbs. He lost it, I found it.

This is one example of many where I'm convinced that God has a very ironic sense of humor. Original sin suggests that Eve tempted Adam, but let it be written and recorded...Adam took over from there.

I can eat my egg-white omlet for breakfast, my garden salad for lunch, and my chicken breast with steamed vegetables for dinner which fit nicely into my daily caloric intake needs. But what about the other 3500 calories that Josh is supposed to eat? What about the large tub of hot buttered popcorn at the movie theater that fits nicely into HIS diet? What about the ice cream, the french fries, the pizza, the hamburgers and the various other salty and sugary bits that still don't seem to add up to all the calories that Josh is supposed to eat in a day?? How do I tell myself to stop...and just watch him go, go, go??

I will give him this much credit and then I'll stand my ground on the injustices in this world...Josh has worked VERY hard to turn his body into a thermal calorie destroyer. He works out almost every day, and he works out very hard. In additon to this, Josh is a man who saves all of his feelings, emotions, stresses and injustices for the gym. He keeps them stored in his head until it's time to pound them out with mind-numbing music and let them drip down his forehead and off his nose into a puddle of other lost and forgotten annoyances.

I don't exercise my emotions, feelings, or injustices. I eat them. And if you're my good friend, I'll eat yours too. I don't go to the gym to make myself or my girlfriends feel better. I take them to the Mio Gelato in the Pearl. Sweeten that bad taste in my mouth with a little Italian hot chocolate or a couple scoops of Marzcapone. There's something a little more instant gratifying about a dessert that makes you feel good, then a workout that makes you tired, then full of lactic acid which reminds you that you're sore the next day when you go to sit down on the toliet. Good morning hamstrings!

I suppose I'll just keep up with the quiet struggle of trying to fit in my fig leaves.