Ugh, damn near 3 a.m.
I believe I may have upset the Boyfriend. I was yammering on about BMI and whatnot, and he hinted at he wanted to know what his was. . . I looked it up, and I think the results were not even close to what he was wanting to hear. He is .4 little point-thingys away from being obese. Honestly I myself don't find it surprising - he lives off of cereal, Mountain Dew, Jack in the Box and Wendys. He works as a computer tech sitting on his rear all day at his desk then comes home and does pretty much the same thing from the time he wakes up until whatever godawfully late time he crashes. The most exercise he gets is going to and from his car...so yeah, he's big but I don't know how little of that is unused muscle mass.
He asked how much he would have to lose just to be in a normal/healthy weight range, and for his height that means going from about 230-240 down to about 190, so, at least a good forty. Ha. He wanted me to motivate him to lose the weight, but I see a few errors in his logic here. I'm FAAAAAR from healthy in my methods, I live over an hour away from him, and he downright refuses to change anything about his diet. Pretty much if it isn't brown or yellow, he won't touch it. So, I'm kinda at a loss as to what to tell him. I'm sorry, but I can't help? Even when he sitting at my house, he plants himself on my computer, or in the livingroom, or on my bed. The few times he has offered to go on a walk with me, it was miserable weather outside or I was wiped from my job. *sigh* Maybe someday once we move in together I can be better assistance...
That, or I will get sucked into the blob transformation I've tried so hard to avoid going back to. Those thoughts remind me of how simple it would be to just binge eat 24/7. . . and it makes me cringe.
He asked how much he would have to lose just to be in a normal/healthy weight range, and for his height that means going from about 230-240 down to about 190, so, at least a good forty. Ha. He wanted me to motivate him to lose the weight, but I see a few errors in his logic here. I'm FAAAAAR from healthy in my methods, I live over an hour away from him, and he downright refuses to change anything about his diet. Pretty much if it isn't brown or yellow, he won't touch it. So, I'm kinda at a loss as to what to tell him. I'm sorry, but I can't help? Even when he sitting at my house, he plants himself on my computer, or in the livingroom, or on my bed. The few times he has offered to go on a walk with me, it was miserable weather outside or I was wiped from my job. *sigh* Maybe someday once we move in together I can be better assistance...
That, or I will get sucked into the blob transformation I've tried so hard to avoid going back to. Those thoughts remind me of how simple it would be to just binge eat 24/7. . . and it makes me cringe.