I am holding off on finishing my schedule... I want to get the September times for classes at the gym and figure out if I'm going to go to a fall bible study or not this year. Things have been going slow. I'm frustrated.
I'm also annoyed. Mr. Macchiato and I've been working out. He has never ever dieted and has never been interested in watching what he eats. I, on the other hand, am a professional gainer and loser. I know it all. My problem is that I am an all or nothing person and I am either extremely self disciplined or... not. Since my SD diagnosis in December of 2005... pretty much, not. On the weight issue anyway. I love to eat and when I am depressed things like pumpkin bread and chai tea lattes... or caramel macchiatos... or countless other yummy things... make me temporarily happy.
So, Mr. Macchiato has dropped 15 lbs. He stopped drinking soda and has been more mindful about what he eats but isn't really on a diet. I'm not really on a diet either but I certainly am more mindful than he is. The elliptical machines at our gym tell us how many calories we've burned and how far we've gone. I'm always looking over at his. I can't keep up with him! I don't understand how he burns 150-200 more calories than I do during the same amount of time! Yes, he's going faster and has the resistance set higher longer than I do... Ugh. And I feel like I'm dying while I'm on there! D Y I N G.
And to make things worse... he actually has the gal to tell me about calories and carbs. HELLO!!! Are you kidding me?!?!? I seriously want to hurt him. S E R I O U S L Y.
I'm a bit excited though. Mr. Macchiato has always been my biggest saboteur. I could write out a list here of offenses against me that have made it difficult for me over the years but I don't want to make him look bad. No wait. Yes, I do.
One time he brought a friend home from church with him and had me make them ice cream malts because he couldn't make them as good as I do. I was being super disciplined and it about killed me. It was like having an alcoholic fix mixed drinks.
Another time he went to the store and brought home 5 large Reese's Peanut Butter cups and ate them all in front of me. He did recognize that that was rude so after that he would just eat candy on the way home from work and then kiss me with his peanut M&M breath. That, he's done for years... and years.
And yet another time... I spent a lot of time fixing a fabulous meal. It was vegetarian and it was after several nights of vegetarian meals... but, they were good meals! He got upset with me because there was no meat and drove to Mc Donalds and got himself a big bag of heart attack and brought it home and ate it... not only in front of me... but in front of our children!
T H E I N J U S T I C E!!!
But... maybe this time will be different. Maybe if Mr. Macchiato is on board then I can end this cycle I have. It would just be nice if he could not do this so easily. Oh my Lord does that ever annoy me. Every morning he tells me what he weighs and I tell him he is a Rat Bastard. Because I'm a nice supportive Christian wife like that.