Biggest Loser First Week

Vengeance is sweet.....just as rice pudding

It so happens that my husband and I are in a sort of competition to loose weight. It's just for our visit to Puerto Rico. So in order to have moral support I decided to join in the biggest loser contest. And as always when I decide something he will decide something totally different to me. It all started that faithful morning. After a whole year of wanting to go to Ihop and my husband denying me my wish, even when i was pregnant, well when I announce i'll start diet, guess what?? He wants to go to Ihop, so with a groan I accept. So to be good (!!??) a get a steak omelet (only protein), no pancakes (which defeats the purpose of going to Ihop). So when I get back after a day of errands, I get on the treadmill, and to compensate for breakfast I decide to jog for 10 whole minute (I was so proud of my self). Then it started.... There I was walking my self away in a nice work out of 5 min walking/ 10 min jogging /5 min walking (total of 20 min) when I did my first error ( I called attention upon my self) I asked my hubby to put some music on (God knows exercise is bad, I mean boring, in silence). So after a while I started humming to the songs and then I recognized it.... little red corvett.... what?????? Of coarse I was dragging my self. I needed something with more juice on, so I told (actually ordered (big bubu) my hubby to please put something good, so my hubby being the kind that has very little patience ( = none) agreed, he put on the Rabanes, the song My commanding wife... she wants to destroy my life..., well at least you can run to that. But just then I started to jog and he started to criticize (it's what he does best). First comment "soo... your jogging at 4 (velocity) I mean I WALK AT THAT." Answer: "grunt". Two minutes later... "I mean how long are you going to be at it". Me, Full with pride: "10 minutes". Chuckle "better not loose your time, I mean, you ain't gonna do nothing with only 10 minutes". Frown, and noncommittal grunt. (In my mind: " I'll show you. You long legged freak"). After 15 minutes I'm holding for dear to the safety guards, Hubby: "You know you don't do anything if you are holding on to the rails." Out of breath, pain in unsuspected areas of body, srtuggling to maintain leveled voice, wisper almost a hiss "pulse". Hubby smirked "ohhh... how much?". Pain and lack of O2 making the number distorted "143". Hubby "hummmm". My Thoughts: "OH GOD IT SURELY HAS TO BE MORE, I MEAN, I FEEL LIKE I'M IN FIBRILLATION, ONLY 2 MORE MINUTES". At last I can walk. Thoughts: "10 more minutes and I'm done with this stupid work out, I hate this machine, I mean this is torture, Ohhh will someone turn off that billowing noise, who ever thought that music was help was demented....." At last I can drag my self off the damn machine. But what???? My hubby comes out our room with his work out clothes, gets on the machine puts velocity of 6 and an inclination of 2% and just starts jogging, looks down at me smiles and: "you know your not suppose to just stop after doing exercise" Grinding teeth:"I'm actually doing crunches" (yeah right) Huff and Puff (not the three little pigs) I do 20 I CAN NOT FEEL ANY PAIN, I'M NUMB, I CAN'T EVEN BREATH, He starts to wistle, OHHHHHHH...... I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY BUSTER..... I go to the kitchen planning on our dinner and there it was on the fridge... the recepy May gave me for arroz con leche (rice pudding) (THANKS MAY) and the memory of his words driffted back to me ( "this is good, but try not to do it so often, you know i'm in a diet, and I just can't resist this.....) Nefarious plans took shape in my mind and....
Ohhh he is getting off the tread mill.... " umm, honey what you doing? It smells good. " Me:"Darling are you out of the machine? Can you come and taste this for me? You know, I'm doing this for the girls at work...(innocence dripping off my voice just as the extra sweetened milk I had pour on the pudding just a few minutes ago (devious). Hubby: "ummm, it tastes good" (wishful look)
Me: "I just thought this would be nice" Hubby: "ohhh sure" and leaves. Finished placed on a plastic container on top of the counter (temptation island has nothing on me). By midnight, Hubby:"ummm Honey, I'm sorry, its just, well you just left it on the counter, and you know how much i like it, well i fineshed it." Me innocent tone "What?"
Him guilty as hell "the rice pudding" Me frowning trying to hide possible grin:"ohhh nooo, that was not for you, it was for the girls at work. I'll just have to do annother one, just remmember to buy the ingridients for next time." Hubby sheepish smile: "ahh, ok, I love ya". And just like that flashes his dimpled smile, the one that melts me, kisses me and (I forgive him, but don't get me wrong, I don't feel guilty at all) says good night, tommorrow I have to work. I LOVE YOU TO BABY. So like I said Sweet Vengance in the form of rice pudding.