At this point, my husband is losing weight just to piss me off.
He gets up in the morning, weighs himself, and announces his weight. Lots of times, lately, he'll be down another pound, to the point that he's now lost more than 20 pounds. From quitting gluten.
I have also quit gluten, but my weight hasn't budged an ounce. My husband informs me last night this is because I am a serial snacker (not to be mistaken for cereal snacker). So I graze too much during the day. Which is totally true. And sad.
Tummy not like to be hungry. Tummy get very mad when tummy not have food in it.
I've mentioned I won't be dieting this year, because diets are evil ideas from the devil. Every diet has an equal and opposite KAPOW fat blast to the butt.
But I do need to lose weight, or my husband will end up weighing less than I do, and that is a horror I can't endure. He's not close yet -- I think I've still got a toddler between his weight and mine -- but give him another couple of months and he'll probably have lost the weight.
I was realizing last night that in order for me to lose weight, sometimes I am going to have to be hungry. Between meals, say. Or at bedtime.
Tummy not approve.
And also, some form of movement, aka exercise, will probably be necessary. This is all a bit abrupt. Change is hard. Who moved my cheese?
Cheese sounds good right now. Is it lunch time yet?