Chris brought 10 bananas home the other day. He had decided to experiment with bananas as a carb source. Within 3 days, the 7 remaining bananas were mushy and speckled and had attracted small black flying bugs. Chris, thankfully, did not eat these bananas. This impressed me as these bananas already held designated places in the week’s diet plan. Chris concluded, from this experience, that bananas are much too fickle to include in a scheduled diet plan; diet plans require sturdy, reliable food; with a banana, you never know when one might rot away. Thus, no more bananas will be bought. And that was the deal with the bananas.
In other news, we’ve started practicing Chris’s posing several times a week. Chris puts on his posing trunks, stands in front of the TV in the living room, and, from the couch, I call out poses to him such as “rear lat spread!” and “side chest!” and “crab most muscular!” We do this for 10 minutes. I am supposed to make sure he holds each pose for at least 30 seconds. He sweats and his muscles quiver while he holds the poses and, as someone who loves him, I feel like a jerk sitting there, staring at him as he quivers, and waiting 30 seconds before calling the next pose, but, that is what he asked me to do. Following the practice, we analyze what muscles were flexed enough and what muscles could have been flexed more. It’s a magical relationship time. October 12th (the date of the show) can’t come soon enough.
And with that being said, I’m sick of bodybuilding. I’m sick of every activity requiring food planning; I’m sick of analyzing the shrinking fat on his butt; and mostly I’m sick of Chris being “out-of-it” because he needs food. As I was feeling sick of bodybuilding the other day, Chris said to me, unprompted, “You know what? I’m sick of bodybuilding.” I think it’s just that time in the contest prep. Did I mention that October 12th can’t come soon enough?
As Chris is aware that his mental and physical capacities are dwindling, he intentionally makes it a priority to still do my Lindy things with me. It would be much easier for him to stay home near his food scale and the refrigerator and count down the hours until it’s time to eat next. Some bodybuilders do this. Having no social life and no outside interests and ideally, no job, would be the simplest way to diet. Chris makes deliberate efforts not to do this. He tells me constantly that he still wants to enjoy life and go places with me. Thus, although I’m sick of bodybuilding right now, I do appreciate that he is doing the best he can while pursuing a goal that is important to him. Soooo how many days until October 12th did you say?
On the note of doing my Lindy things with me, today Chris and I hiked Mt. Wachusett. It was a beautiful day and we hiked for about 2 hours. Although Chris had lifted right before we went, he did fine. He even helped hold up this boulder that someone had misplaced:
And the view from the summit was much nicer than the fog we saw from last weekend’s Mt. Monadnock summit.
When we were done hiking, Chris shocked me by spontaneously suggesting we go to a Johnny Appleseed festival at a near-by town. Was he hypoglycemic and muttering babble? No! He really did want to attend the Johnny Appleseed festival! (I should point out that, when we moved to MA, we unknowingly moved to the heart of “Johnny Appleseed Country.” Johnny Appleseed is big here. We already have plans next weekend to attend the local Johnny Appleseed festival and there are more Johnny Appleseed related events throughout fall. Red apple pictures are on street signs. Unfortunately, I once watched a Michael Pollan PBS special that told me Johnny Appleseed’s apples were only popular because people liked to make hard cider out of them…so all I can think of at these quaint local festivals is how we are really celebrating drunken pioneers. Take your children!)
In the Apple General Store at the Johnny Appleseed festival, Chris shocked me for the second time today by eating a free sample. Was he losing his marbles? Free-samples were not on the diet plan for today!
Chris told me that hiking for 2 hours allowed him to eat the free sample of a carrot stick and apple-themed dressing. Of course I agree with this logic for a normal human, but I was surprised Chris applied normal-human logic to his bodybuilder-human eating.
So Chris still makes it into the “very good fiance” category for now. He’ll maintain this position by continuing to hike and attend Johnny Appleseed festivals with me. He could lose this position by implementing extended analysis sessions of his butt fat and/or bringing back the bug-ridden bananas. Also, October 12 is only 35 days away. Not that anyone is counting…