If I were a boy…
Even just for a day…
I’d roll outta bed in the morning
Say “forget my morning workout” and go…
Drink beer with the guys…
Eat fries that curl…
Eat hot wings when I wanted
And I’d never get confronted for it.
Cause fat wont stick to me…

In February, Robert and I both hatched a plan. My plan was to eat more fruits and veggies, drink at least 32oz of water a day, hit the gym 4 days a week and bring my lunch to work. His plan was to stop drinking soda and eat salad for lunch once a week. We both followed through on our plans, I ordered light meals when we went out, postponed our dates so I could hit the gym first and he ate salads once a week. Six weeks later I had lost 15 pounds and Robert had lost… 15 pounds.

Roberts la-di-da attitude got him the same results as my sweat, tears and meticulous planning… WHY?!

*shakes fist to the sky*

While I think its great that Robert doesn’t struggle with his weight, it can sometimes mean bad news for me because these days I eat probably eat 40-50% of my meals with him. And we all know how hard it is to order a salad while seating across from someone who wants drinks, appetizers, and dessert with their meal.

The good news is that Robert isn’t the type that pressures me to lose weight. He’s super supportive of what I want to do and says that I inspire him to eat better/work out more, but at the same time he doesn’t see the point in deprivation.

For the past few weeks I’ve been inching close to the 20 pounds lost mark, but its not going as quickly as it should and I know its because of all the “extra” eating I’m doing with Robert. Last week I explained as much to him and told him I planned on being a stickler with my calorie intake with him (especially the calories that come from wine).

I’m starting to decipher between the meals that are just about spending time together and the meals that are about food. If we’re having dinner on a random Tuesday night, I’ll be “good”, but if we’re trying out a new restaurant that we’ve been eying I’ll let myself order whatever they’re famous for (even if its dripping with butter) and work it off at the gym later.

This would all be so much easier if I were a boy!