Roy has always been naturally thin. If he gains a few pounds, it's usually because he really deserves it (I've seen him scarf 12 tacos in one sitting). However, once he realizes he's put on a few pounds, he'll usually shed them in a few weeks because as he puts it, "All you have to do is cut your food portions in half." Well isn't that dandy!!! Why hadn't I thought of that?! Bee-otch.
This is perhaps why Roy is a very dear spouse, but a somewhat crappy workout partner. Here's the routine we go through on a weekly basis:
1. I coax him to put down his textbook of women's crotches and come work out with me.
2. He eventually grudingly consents (most people do...if you've never heard me whine and badger, you would understand why).
3. He grimaces throughout most of the workout and then looks vastly relieved when it's done.
Today was no exception. I got him to agree to do some Tae Bo with me since we ate a lot at lunch. I figured it would be really hard for him to be half-assed about it when you've got Billy Blanks screaming at you with elderly and handicapped people in the background working out harder and faster than you are.
So I was rather shocked to turn around and repeatedly see Roy doing half-hearted punches with a bored experssion on his face. He later claimed it was because he hurt his back halfway through. I am sure that's true, but trust me- he was throwing wimpy granny punches waaaay before that. In fact, I think he may be the only person in the world to have done a 45-minute high impact Tae Bo workout and have only burned one calorie.
I guess I really shouldn't complain. He is trying after all, and he's not the chubby one in this relationship. Nevertheless, I think I'll try and motivate him by getting him a new wardrobe of spandex outfits this Christmas. If that fails, I'll try dangling a taco in front of him.