Amber McNaught’s weekly column on newly married life…
I’ve talked before about how getting married inspired Terry and I to revolutionise our lieves in some small ways (we’re too lazy to do any large-scale “revolutionising”, I’m afraid). So, right before the wedding, the house got re-decorated, the garden got a makeover and we vowed to continue with this trend for home and self-improvement once the honeymoon was over. And we did.
So far we’ve bought a garden shed, given the house one big “spring” clean, and Terry has embarked on a diet and fitness regime. Now, you would think this could only be a good thing, and it is – for him. For me? Not so much, really.
Once Terry gets an idea into his head, it’s there to stay. He’s currently determined to lose some weight before we go on holiday at the end of the month, which means a serious diet and lots and lots of exercise.
The exercise I can live with – mostly because I don’t actually have to participate in it. The diet, though, is a different beast altogether. You see, in our house, food is Terry’s department. He’s a great cook, and enjoys messing around in the kitchen. I firmly believe there’s no point slaving over a hot stove when there are books to be read, so he takes care of both cooking dinner and ordering our weekly grocery delivery from Asda.
For the past two weeks, then, our cupboards have been bare – or bare of anything I want to eat, anyway. Oh, we have lots of packets of ryvita, enough fruit and veg to start our own fruit store, and more bottled water than any two people should ever need. No chocolate. No ice cream. Nothing even remotely fattening.
I should be pleased by this, and in many ways I am. Terry’s new healthy eating regime is forcing me to eat much more healthily, too (well, it’s not like I have much choice in the matter). It’s also forcing me to drive to the local shop every time I fancy a bit of chocolate, though, which is much more of a nuisance.
Still, I should be grateful for small mercies: at least he didn’t make me climb Ben Nevis with him as part of his fitness drive last month. And when we go to Florida in two weeks’ time? There’ll be an all-you-can-eat buffet with my name all over it…