Day One

So, remember how I said that I was excited that J-boy was going to diet with me this week?  Hmm?  Yes??  Well...never mind!  I didn't mean it.

 

Yesterday was day one which is soup (or not) and fruit.  It was a great and glorious day for me.  I munched on icy cold watermelon, juicy, sweet pineapple, Rainier (white) cherries, and Bing (red) cherries all day long.  YUM!!  It was all I had imagined it to be.  Then I got home. 

 

The minute I walked in the door:

J-boy:  "Hey, you want to go to Cinco's tonight?"  (only my favorite Mexican restaurant)

me:  "Oh NO!  You aren't starting that!"

J-boy:  laughing "Just kidding."

J-boy & me - laughter

 

Very soon, thereafter:

J-boy ; "Can we have grape juice?"

me:  "No, I don't think so."

J-boy:  "Are you sure?  Grape juice is good for you.  It is made from grapes."

me:  "I'm pretty sure the list said cranberry juice.  We have some.  Why don't you get a glass of that?"

J-boy:  "I don't like cranberry juice.  I'm just going to drink some grape juice."

me: "Whatever."

 

Not much later:

J-boy:  "Did you know there was cake in the refrigerator?"

me:  "Yes."

J-boy:  "We can't have cake can we?"  (Let me point out at this juncture that I had told him to eat the cake or otherwise dispose of it over the weekend.)

me: "Nope.  Do you want me to throw it away?"  I was trying to be compassionate because I know how food starts talking the minute it is taboo.

J-boy:  "NO!"  with a bit of fear in his voice

me:  "Then you're just going to have to be strong.  Cake is not an option."

 

Soon thereafter:

J-boy:  "Can we have tea?"

me:  "Yes, but only unsweet."

J-boy:  "Well, if we can't have sweet tea, what can we drink?"

me:  "I feel your pain.  I've been struggling with that too.  Remember how I decided to give up artificial sweeteners?"

J-boy:  "Well, I'm having sweet tea anyway."

me:  "OK"

 

After a few minutes passed:

J-boy:  "So, the only thing we can eat today is fruit?"

me:  "Yes, and your soup."

J-boy:  "Does that mean no croutons in my soup?"

me:  beginning to lose my patience, opening the refrigerator  "See, what is in this drawer?"  pointing to the fruit "This is all you can have today."

J-boy:  "I like croutons in my soup."

me:  handing him the list of allowed foods  "Remember this?  This is our eating plan for the week."

J-boy:  "OK, but I don't like it."

me:  "I know this is hard.  Just think, you've almost made it through the first day.  Only 4 more to go.  You can do that."

J-boy:  intelligible muttering

 

 

After scanning the list:

J-boy:  "We get to eat baked potatoes tomorrow!"

me:  "Yes, that is something to look forward to."

J-boy:  "Do we get butter & sour cream?"

me:  pulling out large clumps of my own hair "Look at the list.  What does it say?"

J-boy:  "No bacon bits or cheese?"

me:  flailing myself on the floor and pounding my fists "Just eat, man, JUST EAT!!"

J-boy:  "What's wrong, sweetie?"

 

OK, so maybe I exaggerated just a wee bit, but we did have versions of every one of those conversations, and probably a few more that I have blocked from memory because it is just too painful to recall.  The man has never had a weight problem, and really only needs to lose about 20 lbs max.  He's developed a bit of a gut, and it is wise to get it under control now, before it becomes an issue.  He is a strong and intelligent man, so I was surprised by all his questions and concerns.  I had given him the food list, before he agreed to it.  Then all these questions, and complaints and wah, wah, wah!!!  I really was about to scream.