In all of the photos that I have seen of him as a boy, he is small, slim and wiry.
As a teen he grew into a active and fit young man without an ounce of body fat.
When he and I met, in our twenties, he was muscular and lithe and fit. Lean.
In the entire time I have known him he has never changed the size of his pants; nor has he ever bothered to weigh himself on a regular basis.
For his whole forty plus years he has been a picture of health and metabolic perfection.
In all the time we have lived and loved together, he has been able to eat and and drink whatever he likes and never feel the effects of an expanding waistline. (And I am not kidding when I tell you that his "breakfast of champions" would be a chocolate donut and a toasted ham and cheese sarnie and a can of coke at 11am...bless him...)
He has always taken a great deal of incidental exercise and has played cricket with a passion. He is a natural and gifted athlete.
He has always supported me totally in my weight loss attempts. I think he has, at times, struggled to understand it, but he has unreservedly given me time and encouragement every single step of the way. (I probably can never thank him enough for his support actually - I have never felt pressured into losing weight at all. His support is a mark of the man his is, and how kind he is to me...)
He has listened to me ramble on about weight loss and exercise a lot; and whilst I think he has always sensed how hard it has been for me, at times, I suspect, in his head, he may have been thinking, like metabolically charmed people do: "Surely it's not that hard? Just stop eating chocolate and you'll lose weight? Just go for a quick jog and the kilos will disappear?"
Anyway, recently, since our Wii has been mended , the Wii Fit has seen some activity.
My lovely husband has been lured by the call of the balance board, to weigh himself.
It tells him he is "overweight". (I hasten to add here, he doesn't look it at all, but I sense he has felt a shift in his normally very fast metabolism and perhaps some thickening around the waist?)
Straight away, affronted by this, he takes steps to lose weight.
An exercise regime of Couch to 5kms is initiated and completed; and he cuts out the beers from his lunchtime menu.
He had taken to eating a muesli bar in the car for brekky, and having apples at his desk to snack on. He has been religiously utilising the Wii Fit for muscle and strength workouts and has invested in a fancy stationary bike on which he races intervals.
Evening meals are eaten earlier, and are smaller in portion. He has been requesting a lot more salads.
He has reduced the amount of coffee he drinks, and guzzles water and herbal tea.
And he is committed too. He has finished the Couch to 5kms program, and looks fitter than he has in a while. He has weighed himself consistently over a six week period. I am inordinately proud of him.
He was showing me his results this morning.
He is still termed as 'overweight'. He has fluctuated a bit, and over time, lost about 2kg.
He put his head to one side and said "I don't understand it. It's actually quite hard to shift weight, isn't it? All this effort and all this exercise, and eating healthily, and all I've lost is 2kg..."
My darling man, welcome, to my world...