I’ve been putting off this post for 3 weeks now, because I’ve been trying to get to the end of April before my lead is completely eaten way by my husband’s miraculous biological predisposition to fluctuate his weight.
But it’s Fit April Again! Hooray! Who doesn’t love Fit April? Well, I’ll tell you doesn’t love Fit April – Everyone! Who wants to give up alcohol, flour, processed foods, hamburgers, french fries, ketchup, bread, pasta? Nobody. But this is a situation where my brain knows better than my body, and the pounds that slowly creeped onto my frame over the last couple of years are . . gasp. . jiggling. I don’t like my thighs and butt and arms to jiggle. I do not. Emile does not like his shirt to ramp off his chest.
This friendly competition that Emile and I engage in just so happened to perfectly align with the ending of a critical project at his work this year. So, when I casually asked if he wanted to do Fit April again, I knew the under-handed behavior I was engaging in. He was working 7 days a week, 12-14 hour days and eating all of his meals out – leaving little time for exercise, calorie consumption concerns, or sleep.
And I – unemployed, with unending leisure time – to walk, go to the gym, prepare low-calorie meals, sleep, and take care of myself.
I finally would be able to win! Friendly. . yes, I suppose, but nevermind that! This time is my time. I AM the Champion!
And yet, after his project finished up with a booze soaked night, Emile’s decision to stop drinking beer, eating the healthy meals I am preparing, and you know – just go run the Sun Run in under an hour (despite no training in 4 months), I fear that his biology is going to beat my hard work.
This post has to go now – while I am ahead.
April 22 Extra-Ordinary: 7.4 lb down.
Sigh, okay – back to friendly . . because I don’t think I’m going to win.