Jo and her husband. (Image: supplied.)
A few years ago, before we were married and before we had kids, my then-boyfriend-now-husband and I decided to go on a health kick together.
We both could stand to lose a few kilos and I thought he’d make the perfect diet buddy. We lived together, after all. Who better to eat healthily with and exercise with?
In those days, electronic scales were really expensive. We bought the best ones on the market. For almost $300 (they cost much less these days) we could create our own profiles, enter our information and have our weight loss, fat percentages measured as well as our hydration.
What sorcery is this?
We decided to make it fun. We both had a guess and how tall we were and how much we weighed. Then we measured both.
Here’s the interesting thing. My husband overestimated his height and underestimated his weight, and I underestimated my height and overestimated my weight.
Diligently, we took note of each of our starting weights and then went rollerblading at our local park. We decided on a healthy eating plan and stuck to it most of the time, aside from once a week when we rented movies to watch and he usually picked up an ice cream and I selected a couple of white Lindt balls in a container at the counter.
I almost made it out without buying any junk food!
We decided on a weekly weigh-in on Saturday mornings and in the first week, we’d both lost a fair bit, as happens at the start of a healthy eating program. I had lost 1.2 kilos and he’d lost almost three kilos.
I was pretty peeved. How is it that he lost more than I did? It was probably because he had so much more to lose. I shouldn’t complain. It would probably even out next week.
The next week, I lost 0.4 of a kilo and he lost almost 1.5 kilos. (Post continues after gallery.)
At this stage I was starting to think that maybe he wasn’t the best diet buddy. He was eating more treats than I was. Dear Universe, how is this fair?