The large aerospace company where the Hubster has worked for the last thirty years is notorious for trying to keep their employees happy and health. They constantly offer health evaluations, including blood pressure checkups, cholesterol and triglyceride testing, and monitor blood sugar levels.
Steve returned home a few weeks ago downcast. His blood pressure is up a bit, his cholesterol and triglycerides are skyrocketing, and his blood sugar is astronautical - yes, straight into outer space. The health professionals told him to lose weight and cut down on fats, sugar, and carbs.
Ummm hmmmm. Boy doesn't my spouse love doing those things.
Our daughter is getting married next week. I have been able to shed a few extra pounds myself using a seventeen day diet. You basically eat salad. A rabbit diet. Not fun, but it works.
Manlet finished his select baseball season the end of July. Since he is going into his final year of high school next week, we booked some college tours with baseball tryouts on the east coast. We live on the west coast. Manlet also plays high school football, American version, and needed to be back on the 18th in order to start practice on the 19th. Manlet flew to Ohio to visit a friend, then I met him in Georgia the following week. We traveled up to New York and back down to Florida. I was gone just a week.
Just before we left, I went grocery shopping. I bought a ton of veggies and fruit, chicken and fish. Easy things for Steve to fix himself since he had the diet book full of meal plans and recipes. Our market had a sale on peanutbutter, so I purchased two 18 ounce jars, one smooth and one chuncky, for Manlet when he returned home. At seventeen he's 6'3", 217 pounds and still growing. He probably consumes 4,000 calories a day, which he burns off immediately. PBJ sandwiches are a quick, simple snack for him. He eats a lot of them.
Hubby, on the other hand, shouldn't eat food high in fat, calories, or carbs. He knows it.
After Manlet and I returned from our trip I was putting granola bars away in the pantry and noticed that one of the peanut butter jars was missing. I picked up the remaining jar and saw that it was darn near empty. There was approximately a quarter of a teaspoon left.
"Sweetie, did you eat all of Manlet's peanut butter over eight days?"
Sweetie fidgeted and mumbled.
"Seriously? Those two jars contained 34 servings! Almost 900 grams of fat and 3200 calories! Really?"
More mumbling and some toe scraping accompanied by a backwards shuffling of feet, his, towards the front door.
"Why" I queried, trying hard to keep my voice down and calm.
"Because I need quick energy!" yelled my illustrious mate as he turned to flee.
All I could do is shake my head. I sometimes grow weary of being married to an eight year old. After a seven hour trip, including plane changes, I was too tired to laugh, so off to bed I went...