Since I started on this road to less junk in my trunk, Dan has been super supportive. He even said he was thinking of joining me in my endeavors to lighten up. In the beginning we joked that we’d both diet together, and we goofed around about what the prize would be for whoever loses weight quicker (a lady never tells....then again I’m no lady, so press me and I might just tell....).
Dan’s been suffering through my weight loss for a while now, having to listen to my constant updates (I lost 2 more pounds!). A short while ago, when I was around the 35 pound mark he declared “I think I’ll start my diet when you hit 40 pounds down”.
I’ve always assumed that he only half listens to the things I say when we talk on the phone. This is a totally justified assumption, since he’s often consumed with the arduous task of killing (smiting! He’s smiting!) people on Xbox Modern Warfare when he gets home after a day of doing executive corporatey things at work.
So I never imagined that he actually noticed that I weigh in on Mondays. I also didn’t fathom that he’d been consciously enjoying the safety of the days that were not my weigh in days since he’d announced his plan to start eating better once I hit 40 pounds. Apparently Dan figured if it wasn’t a Monday, he was safe from the dreaded 40 pound announcement.
Of course, he’d be wrong in that figuring. I weighed in on Monday, but didn’t lose a darn thing because the old mediuterus was doing its monthly thing. By Wednesday I thought I’d finally gotten rid of all the water weight, and so I decided to check in on the scale. Lo and behold, I’d lost 1.5 pounds, bringing me to 40 down.
Wednesday night, I called and dropped the 40 pound bomb on him.
Dan: “Hi baby!”
Me: “Guess what? I lost 40 pounds!”
Dan: “What?! It’s Wednesday! You don’t weigh in till Monday! What the?! If I had known you were weighing in today, I woulda eaten a whole pizza first!”
Me: “Well, you know, I had my period on Monday. I figured today would be a good time to peek.”
Dan: “No! Today was not a good day to peek!”
Yesterday morning, Dan left this comment on my 40 Pound Announcement blog:
DantheMan said:
You haven't mentioned the dark side of you reaching forty pounds, my darling shrinking sweatheart. Go on, tell them what this means for ME!
So that is the dark side of me losing 40 pounds, and what it means for Dan. He’s now being flung hard and fast into the scary realm of healthier eating. Clearly, this is not something he relishes and obviously he thought he had another few days before coming to the dark side. It’ll take some time for him to adjust. After eating a salad yesterday afternoon (actually, he called it foul weeds) he later reported that he was feeling disoriented from all the nutrients in his lunch.
This dark side of my losing 40 pounds is totally his decision, and while I support it, I love him like crazy, whether he dives head first into a bowl of salad greens or not.