A bit of background: I have been married for 29 years this October. You notice I didn’t say happily. Why? Because it is damn hard work being married. But looking back, I would do it all over again and most of the time we are happy. I can’t say that we are “soul mates” because I don’t really know what that means. But I wouldn’t want to be living with anyone else and I truly and deeply love him. There have been happy times, sad times, angry times, WTF times when those words “for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, til death do us part” are so true. There is no marriage preparation course (and I took it against my will) that could ever prepare you for this thing called marriage.
I met my DH after moving to Ottawa to work as a nurse. I left the city where I trained because of a bad breakup with a guy. This guy cheated on me with someone we both worked with and I was devastated. Everyone else had known for months except me. I have never felt so humiliated in my life. I had to work with his new girlfriend and it made my stomach curl when I found out. It was the first time I had ever lost weight because of a guy. When it was announced that he would marry the b!tch, I took a chance and called up a guy I had met at my sister’s wedding. Our first date was watching the Federal Budget—so romantic (NOT!). We married one year later on a beautiful fall day in October, almost 29 years ago. Had I really found someone who I could trust not to hurt me? I couldn’t believe that he picked little old me. Was he some sort of freak that I hadn’t discovered yet. I found it so hard to believe I deserved him but I gave him my heart and my trust. I don’t ever want to deal with the hurt and pain of losing trust. I don’t want to be embarrassed or humiliated. I don’t want anyone to laugh at me again. I don’t want to feel like a loser. My hubby’s ring is engraved inside with “Love and Trust Always”. Guess what. My weight was pretty good around the time I was married and stayed that way until kids. Kids! Wow, what a shock to the body that is—we could eat as much as we wanted because we were feeding this new little life. Problem is my youngest is almost 25 and I’m still eating the same way. My weight has been up and down 50-60 pounds since we were married—sometimes down, sometimes up. Now kids change a marriage, let me tell you. And still we stayed married.
DH catching me when I tripped over a rock—October 10, 1981
The 90’s were tumultuous times. My hubby was laid off and began his own business which took a few years to establish. I was a stay-at-home mom who could only get part time work. We were broke and were just able to hang onto our house. I had already sunk into a depression and needed medication to “deal” with life. There were a few issues with my family and my in-laws. My DH is the oldest of 6 boys and he was the go-to guy when things went wrong in his family. His father developed Alzheimer’s and we deal with the fact that he also may eventually get it too. I decided just recently that I would stick around if that ever happened. Which means living life for today because we don’t know what will happen next year. That is why we are doing things, like travel while we can.
Almost 20 years ago, my DH lost about 40 pounds and started exercising. He is a 4th degree black belt in Karate. He runs, bikes and lifts weights. He works to keep thin. He is completely bald now and shaves the littles hairs that pop up. I think bald men are very sexy and I envy his ability to keep off the weight. When we travel together he carries our day bag and doesn’t get winded or tired from all the walking and sightseeing. When we were in St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, England last October, he climbed to the top of the dome (530 steps). I stayed on the main floor because I was too tired. He took pictures of the city and I looked at them on the camera. It just sucks that I have let myself get to where I couldn’t do the things I want to. That will change when I reach my goal.
My DH is my biggest pain in the butt but also my cherished possession. When I fall, he is there. When my daughter almost died at 9 months, he was there to insist another paediatrician be called in the middle of the night as I sobbed uncontrollably. When my flight was cancelled on a trip, he was there to deal with the agent to get me booked on a new flight. When my dad died he was in Sri Lanka and was able to make it to the funeral after a 36 hour return trip. When I yell and scream nasties at him, he yells and screams nasties right back but it is all forgotten soon after. Others think our marriage will never survive, but it does. Somehow that love and trust just builds each day. My size is not an issue with DH. When I went for the lapband consult, I sent him a text asking if he would spot me $15,000. His reply: Any amount. He wanted me to do this for me, not him. He is worried about my health, which is why I have to lose weight. My BP is elevated, and my blood results are mostly all bad—liver, sugar, cholesterol...
So in reply to Kristin’s post, who by the way wins the Shirley Temple Lollipop Award, I don’t see losing this weight as changing much in our relationship, except I will be able to do things easier. We built a solid marriage from the beginning and patched the cracks as we went along. And there will always be cracks. Is it because I don’t have huge amounts of weight to lose? I don’t think so because I still have the same insecurities carrying around an extra 75 pounds as someone with an extra 175 pounds. Some days it will suck. Some days it will be good. And in Kristin’s words “Pretty sure the Hubs is hoping it means he scores more often.” (Sorry braveheart!)