Recently, my husband shed 30 pounds by following the tenets of Tim Ferriss' book, The 4-Hour Body. (Yay, Hubby!) Basically, he eats healthy six days a week (no dairy, sugar or simple carbs) and goes hog wild on the seventh day (anything and everything, baby!). The idea being that one day of eating total crap will kick start his metabolism back into gear.
Now, when it comes to dinner at our house, I already walk a slippery slope. For starters, by the time I get home from work it's already suppertime, and naturally I'd like to spend some time with our baby. By the same token, Hubby has been home all day with our baby and could use a little break. Hence, Hubby cooks dinner for us every night. And yes, sometimes this makes me feel like a bastard.
So what does dinner look like when the chef is following the 4-Hour Body diet? Well, there's chicken, veggies, lentils, beans...we're tawkin' lots of beans, guys. I'm a scavenger so I'll pretty much eat whatever is set down in front of me, but then I can also nosh on everything Hubby is refraining from if I so choose. And therein lies the rub. I can eat chips and Oreos all day at work if I want to. I can also finish my toddler's abandoned grilled cheese or scarf down his untouched bowl of mac and cheese. I like to call this taking one for the team. (Did I just hear the button on my pants pop?)
And On The Seventh Day, Hubby Shall Eat Everything. (And I shall, too!)
I love the seventh day. Sunday Funday! I'm not even sure why it matters to me, since I'm not following the Tim Ferriss diet, but I look forward to it anyway because it's effing awesome. Whenever my friend Claudia goes to visit her pals in NYC, she takes a cue from Burger King and refers to it as a "have it your way" day. That's how I've come to think of these.
For last week's Have it Your Way Day, Hubby made us a tray of buffalo chicken dip and seven layer dip, and we proceeded to eat it all ourselves. Yesterday, while I was enjoying naptime with my sweet bambino, the heavenly aromas of chicken taquitos and samosas wafted in beneath the door of the nursery and lured me out of my reverie. We're fried! Come and eat us! Dip us in fattening sauces! They seemed to say. And so I did.
We like apps. And dips. And cheese and stuff.
Afterwards, Hubby whipped up another tray of buffalo chicken dip and I made these. I was going to make a dessert batch with marscapone, nutella and toasted hazelnuts, but then I figured enough with the binging, already! (There's always next week.)
So in a nutshell, Hubby is losing weight at a rapid pace while I am quickly expanding my mid-section. It's kind of twisted. But what can you do. I am nothing if not supportive.
I think maybe I'll have a T-Shirt made up that reads: My husband lost 30 pounds on Tim Ferriss' 4-Hour Body and all I got was this lousy muffin top.
The Odd Broad is someone who perpetually feels as if her fly is down. Visit her blog at: www.theoddbroad.com.
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