Fruits of Our Labour
May 28, 2014
Lovely Husband is determined that his waistline isn’t going to expand because he has given up smoking. The first week was tough, but LH discovered the power of sherbet lemons…and managed to overcome cravings by eating several bags of said citrus sweeties. The second week the sherbet lemons helped but LH found that he was getting “the munchies”. This is something new for him.
In the past, when he has felt hungry, he has had a cigarette. The hunger pangs disappeared and no calories were involved. He is now beginning to understand a little of my world and I think it has come as something of a surprise to him.
Part of the reason why I have to decrease my increased waistline is because of my tendency to “give in” as soon as a hunger pang hits. I don’t like the uncomfortable feeling or the rumbling and grumbling which comes from empty, nagging stomach and so would often grab a packet of crisps or a chocolate biscuit as a quick (if not efficient) way of giving my stomach something to occupy itself with. LH could never understand why I would appear to be eating all day... but now his habits are changing and he’s discovered snacking too.
We are now well into week three and LH is determined that he is not going to substitute nicotine for chocolate or fast food. He stopped smoking to improve his health and well being and so he does not want to go down the route of weight gain – because this potentially can be as damaging to his health as smoking was. Consequently he is sticking to “healthy snacking”. I have no problem with this.
I am supporting his efforts and being a loud and enthusiastic cheerleader on the daily count of “days since I have stopped”, but I am getting a little concerned that my own efforts to lose weight might be being slightly undermined by LH at the moment……
Why? Because LH is eating the fruit and salad produce faster than I can get it into the house!
On Friday I did a “big shop” (I’m northern; it’s always going to be a “big shop”, much like we have a “big light” in the living room). The local supermarket is having a price drive on fresh fruit and vegetables and so I stacked my trolley with grapes, strawberries, cherries, apples, carrots, lettuce, beautiful fat on-the-vine tomatoes, cucumber, beetroot - the list goes on. It took me ages to get through the checkout and even longer to make room in our fridge for the rainbow of fresh and healthy stuff that needed to live in there.
The fruit bowl was full to overflowing and, because I know LH is particularly partial, I even filled up a bowl full of almonds, Brazils, hazelnuts and walnuts (and managed to hunt out the missing-in-action nutcracker). It all looked bright and beautiful, wonderfully fresh and very tempting.
I pointed out the fruit bowl to LH when he arrived home and advised him that there were also plenty of “healthy options” in the kitchen and dotted around the house if and when “the munchies” attacked and left him to it.
I spent Friday afternoon and evening feeling a little worse for wear following mid-morning (rather nasty) dental treatment and had an early night in order to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for an early start on Saturday and our VIP motorsport weekend.
As you know, both LH and I managed to avoid the temptations on offer and arrived home late on Sunday feeling like the difficulties of the past few weeks had been parked, our spirits were lifted, our mood was good, our willpower was holding, and we were both in a good place.
Monday morning dawned and I have to confess that when I went to the fridge to retrieve the eggs for the lightly-scrambled-with-a-slice-of-wholemeal-toast breakfast-in-bed that I wanted to treat LH with, I didn’t really notice the space in fridge. It was only mid-morning when I decided that I would have a handful of cherries to stave off hunger until lunchtime that I realised supplies were low.
It appeared as if a plague of locusts had swarmed Hudson HQ and eaten virtually all the fruit and veg – with the exception of two tomatoes and half a beetroot. Further investigations revealed the remains of a lettuce; sliced onion and nine grapes lurking at the back of the fridge.
My inspection of the fruit bowl confirmed that the locusts had made it into the living room. The fruit bowl now contained one Clementine and a bruised apple. I hurried out to the garden to inform LH that we had obviously been ravaged by a plague of insects because, surely, no-one could have consumed that much in so short a space of time without finding themselves confined to the bathroom and perched on the porcelain for many long and uncomfortable hours.
To give him is due, LH did look somewhat embarrassed when the magnitude of his snacking was presented to him. He did apologise profusely for the fact that only a few less than appealing pieces of produce were available to me and he did offer to go to the supermarket to restock. I think this final suggestion was partly due his feelings of guilt that I had been deprived of a healthy snack, but more driven by the fact that he could feel the munchies coming on again and realised that there was nothing for him to munch on.
I took him up on his offer. I should have been a little concerned when he got out the car and headed down the road, (the supermarket is a two minute walk away and given the traffic system it is always much quicker to walk), but decided to leave him to it. I tried to head off hunger pangs by eating the Clementine and waited for LH to return. Which he did, thirty minutes later, with six carrier bags full of fruit and veg. (Well actually four-and-a-half carrier bags filled with fruit and one-and-half-filled with veg). He was very pleased with his purchases and was delighted with the fact that, having spent more than three-quarters of our usual weekly food budget, he had amassed a good number of points to use against petrol as well.
He is so proud of himself at the moment (and I am too) so eating his bodyweight in fruit and vegetables really isn’t an issue, and the weekly fruit shop is still cheaper than the smoking was. I’m a little concerned about the effect all the fruit sugars and acids might be having on his digestive system (and so have bought extra loo roll as a precaution). I’m sure that the craving for fructose and salad will ease soon.
I’m delighted that his willpower is holding strong against the temptation of nicotine; and I’m determined to support him in his efforts – I know how hard it is to change habits and keep them changed
but I do think that I’m going to have to factor in a daily stop-off on the way home from the day job to replenish supplies, and I’m not sure one fridge is big enough...(and as for the fruit bowl, it definitely needs back-up!)
Anyway... I think I’ll go and check on stock levels and draw up a shopping list.
Here’s to a fruitful WLR day for us all, eh?
With a Hug
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