First of all, "Ouch."
Second of all, I'm 38, 5'9", and 212lbs.
She's brought up worrying about my health in the past. My family has a good history of obesity, diabetes and alcoholism. She really started to get on my case recently about it. I told her I was working on it. She agreed that I'd been eating better and working out a little, but pointed out that the weight wasn't coming off.
Then, she suggested bariatric surgery. She said a lot of the guys at work have had it and it's worked.
That kind of freaked me out, because I didn't think I was in a situation that really called for that drastic of a measure. I said so, and then it kinda went ugly...
She asked if I'd seen my waistline lately (which hasn't changed much since we got married).
She said I looked pregnant sometimes. I looked 50 years old because of my weight. She was clearly grossed out by my gut.
Now, I must be shallow or insecure or something. Because talking about me possibly dying, having my feet cut off (like my granfather), or being morbidly obese like my mom didn't really bother me, but the idea that my wife thought I was fat crushed me.
I was butt-hurt and pissed off for a day or two, but I'm now I'm just resolved. I'm going to be 180 by my birthday in June. Gym 4x/week, yoga 3x/week, fruits veggies lean protein, less booze.
I'm going to get trim, buff, and fit, and the first hottie at work that throws herself at my new physique is getting fucked HARD.
j/k, honey.
Second of all, I'm 38, 5'9", and 212lbs.
She's brought up worrying about my health in the past. My family has a good history of obesity, diabetes and alcoholism. She really started to get on my case recently about it. I told her I was working on it. She agreed that I'd been eating better and working out a little, but pointed out that the weight wasn't coming off.
Then, she suggested bariatric surgery. She said a lot of the guys at work have had it and it's worked.
That kind of freaked me out, because I didn't think I was in a situation that really called for that drastic of a measure. I said so, and then it kinda went ugly...
She asked if I'd seen my waistline lately (which hasn't changed much since we got married).
She said I looked pregnant sometimes. I looked 50 years old because of my weight. She was clearly grossed out by my gut.
Now, I must be shallow or insecure or something. Because talking about me possibly dying, having my feet cut off (like my granfather), or being morbidly obese like my mom didn't really bother me, but the idea that my wife thought I was fat crushed me.
I was butt-hurt and pissed off for a day or two, but I'm now I'm just resolved. I'm going to be 180 by my birthday in June. Gym 4x/week, yoga 3x/week, fruits veggies lean protein, less booze.
I'm going to get trim, buff, and fit, and the first hottie at work that throws herself at my new physique is getting fucked HARD.
j/k, honey.