Mixed Messages and Mates
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
It occurs to me that it must be tough being married to someone trying to lose weight. For example, when my husband first started to date me he noticed that a sure winner was to take me out to dinner! He was a little shocked to find I could eat so much. I remember we went out for cornish game hens the size of small condors. I ate mine in a few gulps and he was only about half way through his and looked to be done. I then asked, "Are you going to finish that?"
Later, I would enlist his help in my diet schemes. But he was always in trouble. He knew I liked to eat and it made me happy so he still wanted to feed me. If he tried to help me by monitoring what I ate and saying something about it - ooooh he was in big trouble. He thought maybe I could sometimes have a few goodies from his plate because then I might be satisfied without having a whole plate of unhealthy food.
Talk about cognitive dissonance for all the psych majors out there! He wanted to make me happy, he wanted to help me reach my goal aaaaaarrrrgggghhh.
I have been on SparkPeople so long that he is now out of the habit of offering me stuff. But the other day, lo and behold one of his french fries seemed to shimmy onto my plate. Yeah, you heard right, it was one seductive spud. Okay I did eat it, but when the second one tried to seduce me I just said "NO." The french fry filibuster was finished.
Ah, the poor mates they just don't know what we want them to do because sometimes we are not sure what we want to do. Is today a cheat day or a perfect day or what? How on earth can they figure it out if we ourselves don't always know?