Weight Watching
After a few years of living with Will and his mouthwatering meals, I began to lose the battle to keep my size five shape. Then I watched size eight come and go as well as size 10 and soon I was into a size 12. As much as I loved to eat Will’s sumptuous meals, by the time I was inching to a size 14 I began to re-evaluate my life. I knew I wasn’t as active as I had been when I first met and starting dating Will. Life gets busy and it seems to me that when our social life got hectic my fitness activities were the first casualties.
I remembered back when Will first started cooking for me, I would barely be able to finish a quarter of the dinner he served me but by the time I hit size 12, I was eating almost as big as plate as Will did. He played sports, I didn’t. Not that I didn’t like sports - I was just wasn’t good at any sport.
Will hadn’t said anything about me gaining weight but he could see that I was not happy with the way I looked. He probably was a little alarmed at the weight that I had put on, but to his credit he never had a negative word for the way I looked. I had always been thin when I was younger and never had to worry about weight but it seemed as soon as I hit the age of 30, weight was becoming a problem. It’s funny when I was younger I had vowed I would never be one of those wives who let themselves go. It just kind of happened.
As for Will, Will never changed. Will had always been lean and fit. He played sports all year round.