Have I begun writing newspaper articles on cheese? Become a super-secret cheese taster sent out to judge which brands/flavors are best and then reporting back to my boss?

Sadly no, although a cheese aficionado such as myself certainly spends time dreaming of such things (oh wait, is it only me who daydreams about cheese?), this is a much less tantalizing type of reporting. Last week after my birthday I wasn’t working quite as hard at my weight loss, at least not as hard as I had been in the weeks leading up to my birthday. My workouts were kind of blah, not as frequent, and I went on the nastiest sort of cheese-eating binge. I think I mentioned on here that we locked the cheese up for a few months? Like, put it in a bag with a zipper, and then put a lock through the ends of the zipper that only TH knew the code for. Some will find this incredibly juvenile, but I would much rather have my cheese locked up than be fat. Juvenile or overweight? I’ll take juvenile please. Yes, my will-power in this area is lacking, but I found that eliminating the option of eating it worked far better than sitting at my desk late at night fighting back and forth with my future and present selves trying to resist the temptation of the 4 year aged cheddar calling out to me from the drawer in the fridge.

Recently we didn’t start locking the cheese back up, as it makes a nice snack to feed to T1 when we are out and about or in the middle of the day. Plus it’s very annoying to be preparing a dish and realize I can’t move forward with it until That Husband comes home and unlocks the cheese bag for me.

So it had been unlocked, and I had been dipping in far too often. 4, 5, even 6 ounces a day. And that’s just what I snacked on in between meals, sometimes we would have cheesy dishes on top of that! Really quite gluttonous of me.

TH has an area of life where he’d like to improve, and we’d been talking about it each night (pillow talk if you will), and I had the brilliant idea to add in cheese reporting to our nightly discussions. He’s already after me each night to take out my contacts and brush and floss my teeth, so why not give an embarrassingly candid report of my cheese sneaking throughout the day as well? Each night after we read scriptures and pray and kiss he asks me “Have you brushed your teeth? Taken out your contacts? Flossed? How much cheese did you eat today?” and then I turn and ask him about his things.

It’s been incredibly effective, and as long as we keep it up I think my days of eating my weight in saturated fat are behind me. If you’re wondering, last night I reported that I ate about an ounce of cheese as I grated it for the pizza we were having. I’m getting better about slicing off pieces to snack on, but freshly grated cheese is my arch nemesis and for now the cheese keeps coming out on top. I will prevail though!

If you haven’t involved your significant other in your weight loss efforts, please sit down and have a talk with them about how they can help you! I would not have gone from this to this in 3 months if That Husband hadn’t been deep in the trenches with me the entire time. He alters his schedule to watch T1 while I go for a run, has sworn off of processed foods and desserts (he used to have a “bag of crap” to dip into whenever he had a craving, but he doesn’t even have that anymore!) as well, and helps remind me that satisfaction in the long term is so much sweeter than indulgence in the short term could ever be. If you’re nervous about how they would handle things, be frank about the kind of support you need, and how they can provide it for you. You’ll feel so good conquering this mountain together!

 

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