We first met in acting class. He, a strong and sculpted health nut. Me, a then chubbier drinker. On our first date as I sucked down a pint of Hoegaarden I asked him if he also wanted a beer, he explained that he wasn't into empty calories. MyDaily: I Lost 60 lbs, But I Still Couldn't Shake The Chubby Chasers
The first time I slept over his place in the morning he made me a gorgeous egg white omelet with sprouted wheat bread, noting how every day should begin with a rich source of protein. After a few weeks of living together he asked, "so is the only exercise you do just walking?"
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Yup, my boyfriend is a personal trainer.
My last relationship was with someone who, at 6'4", could eat whatever he wanted and never gain a pound. Having a partner with a fast metabolism is a quick way for the less genetically blessed partner to gain weight, as we spent many evenings on the sofa snuggling up with pizza or pork friend rice.
Then our relationship got weak, and my drinking got stronger, which didn't help my figure. By the time we broke up I was at my highest weight (20 pounds heavier than I am now. 20 pounds extra on a 5'4 frame is not cute).
As a former health buff living in LA I knew what I should and shouldn't be doing to take care of my curves. But when I arrived in Manhattan and arrived at late night dinners and 4am last calls, my buffness was blown. I wasn't fat, I was just, well ... soft and sloppy.
But my new personal trainer boyfriend (or PT BF as we'll call him) doesn't get wasted and order fries at 5 am, and it's a lot easier to be healthy when the person you spend most of your time with is healthy. MyDaily: The Top 10 Things Couples Argue About, According To For-Real Research
And it can also be a lot harder.
Contrary to what some people may suspect, I do not get jealous of him working out with other (possibly more in shape) women. Actually I encourage him to charm the sweatshirts off the ladies to help them sign up for more sessions.
It's harder because I felt some pressure to match my man's level of leanness. PT BF never means to make me feel bad about my body, but we have had our fair share of trainer vs. non-trainer tiffs: He'd make the occasional annoying comment about what I was eating, as in, "Oh, you want pepperoni again?" which was followed by me making the occasional annoying scene: "OH, SO YOU THINK I'M FAT?!" Which I knew he did not. It was just that his overawareness of food and fitness caused him to sometimes be a health snob. And that snobbery caused me to get shy about my splurges.
Recently I ordered a pizza with a friend who was staying at our place. I joked that we needed to hide the box so the PT BF wouldn't see the evidence when he got home. He came home, saw the box and didn't care. Of course he didn't care, he's a trainer, not a psychopath! I'm actually the one who puts pressure on myself because I am in awe and often envious of his discipline. The guy can say no to a bagel! In my eyes, that makes him a hero.