The reality of dating is that it presupposes two people getting to know each other more over activities of shared interest. To this end, eating is perfect as it satisfies both human wants and needs. Overdone, however, and a couple (in this case, us) can find themselves the victims of the dreaded dating phenomenon known as Love Chub.
When Mico and I started going out, we both had lax attitudes towards eating and nutrition, dieting and/or exercising only when bouts of inspiration (or perhaps need) would hit. On the flipside, we liked eating… a lot. More specifically, I liked ordering a variety of dishes that were often too plenty only two, and Mico makes a habit of finishing everything before him. My fondness for desserts (I liked chocolatey, creamy fare; he, fruity desserts), and his newfound hobby of writing food reviews for Looloo allowed us gain a collective 56lbs over an odd year and a half, leaving us both at the heaviest we’d ever been!
Neither of us were terribly fat or heavy, but this was a problem for several different reasons. For me, my fondness for sugar was proving terrible for my polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS) and insulin resistance. He, on the other hand, was feeling sluggish and worried about his blood pressure and cholesterol. In early January, a scolding and a mandate from my OB-GYN had us sit down and had a good talk about it. We knew that if we were going to do this, it had to be sustainable. When we drafted this year’s goals, we targeted to lose a collective 50lbs and maintaining that number by simply eating better together.
No carbs for me, hence a lot of Korean food dates. Portion control for him, which meant new rules for ordering: one starter and one main to share per meal. We’ve also supplemented this with once-a-week badminton, though he works out far more than I do. So far, so good! We’ve happily eaten our way to a collective 42lbs deficit, and it’s only April! I’m looking forward to updating this with progress photos!
M + I 