Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Oatmeal Wars

When I did my thirty day weigh in, I discovered I'd lost 16.6 pounds.  My husband, seeing the results, announced that he would follow my diet as well to lose some of the weight he has gained.  I am obviously supportive.  In the past two years he has gained thirty pounds, and he was already about thirty pounds overweight then.  He went from a size L to a size 2X. 

The problem is, his interpretation of "follow my diet" is have me prepare his meals for him.  There are some aspects I don't mind.  For instance, I was already packaging up the chicken and rice into correct sized servings.  It was not difficult to place them together in a tupperware container for his lunch.  (Although the principle that he is unwilling to measure his own meat and rice does bother me.)

But he won't make oatmeal in the morning.  The process of oatmeal is as follows: add 2 cups water to 1 cup oatmeal in a bowl.  Microwave 2 minutes. Stir.  Microwave 1 minute.  Stir.  Let it cool. Add banana. Eat.  That is too much for him to manage in the morning.  Instead, he wants to drive to McDonald's and get an Egg McMuffin.  I will agree - an Egg McMuffin is far tastier than unseasoned oatmeal sans milk.  But he acts as though he is saving huge quantities of time by waiting in line for the drive-thru.  It takes about ten minutes to get the food and get to work.  He is not saving any time by avoiding the oatmeal, and he is spending more money than he needs to (and we are most certainly on a tight budget).

The part that upsets me about this is how much pressure he has placed on my shoulders to make sure he has his food.  If I don't have his lunch packed for him and I don't have his oatmeal made for him, then he's going to not be able to follow the diet (heaven forbid he should drive four blocks to El Pollo Loco at lunch to get his own chicken) and will continue to gain weight and move closer and closer to the diabetes that runs in his family.

So I will be praying to my higher power tonight to help with this resentment.  I am going to see this as my service to him, and part of making amends for all the times I am snippy with him.  Hopefully that helps.