Weighing In
This might be hard for you to believe, but my husband and I weigh the same. Our weight fluctuates a few pounds now and again, but basically it’s the same. He constantly struggles to gain weight. I constantly struggle to loose weight.
We don’t have a scale, so we depend on the large scale at the grocery store entrance to help us keep track of our weight. We celebrate, on the rare occasions that our weight difference is five pounds, him weighing more than me. We are saddened, when I weigh more than him.
When we eat at my parents’ house, we weigh ourselves before and after the meal. I usually gain three pounds after eating a meal, and he gains two. I swear, he eats more than me. His body just seems to use the food more quickly.
I don’t like to obsess about my weight, even though it seems like I do. When I go out to eat, I want to eat something I wouldn’t normally eat at home. I usually order something heavy and bad for me. My husband is health conscious and tries to order the best thing for him on the menu. Usually at restaurants our orders get confused. The person who brings out the food will put the grilled salmon with steamed broccoli and wild rice in front of me, and the hamburger and fries in front of him. Now that I think about it, my hamburger and his grilled salmon, suggest that I’m not really trying to loose weight at all, and he’s not that interested in gaining weight.
Still, we talk about our weight a lot. He occasionally lifts weights to bulk up. He swears that he can see his arms getting bigger after doing seven chin-ups. I really don’t think so. I will continue my apartment running, in an attempt to slim down. Maybe I’ll loose ten pounds. Maybe he’ll gain ten pounds. Maybe, we’ll just stay the same.
