Day 5 ~ Salubrious
The First Five Pounds
Diane opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Pepsi. Taking it through to the living room, she dropped onto the sofa with a groan. Nick followed behind and took a seat opposite her. Unscrewing the top of his water bottle, he tilted his head. “Pepsi? Are you sure?”
Syrupy brown liquid splashed onto the pine coffee table as Diane smashed the can down. “Fine. I’ll cut out every single thing that brings me pleasure. That’s great. I don’t care.”
She watched Nick’s face colour. He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it. With a smile that emitted pure pity, he stood and walked over to where she sat and tried to take her hand.
“Humph! I don’t think so!’ Red hot anger coursed through her veins like molten lava. How had she never noticed how irritating her husband was before? He was always on her case.
“Honey, look at me. Please.”
Diane scowled as she met his eyes. “What?”
“I’m not trying to be mean. You told me you want to get healthy. You have diabetes, for goodness’ sake. That could lead to all kinds of problems. Diane, I love you and I want you to be well.” He fiddled with the lid of his bottle. “I don’t want to lose you, that’s all.”
Oh, God, she hated herself. What was wrong with her that she couldn’t just control herself? She wiped away the stubborn tears that streaked her cheeks. As Nick kissed her, he hugged her tightly, and she clung to him in return.
Pulling back, he brushed his thumbs over her face. “Hey, what’s with all the tears?” he said. The wrinkles on his forehead seemed deeper etched than Diane remembered.
Gulping air into her lungs, she tried to breathe normally. “I’m . . . so . . . sorry. I’m a big . . . fat . . . mess. You shouldn’t have to deal with me. Go! I set you free.” As her wailing commenced, a smile crossed Nick’s face.
“You’re always so dramatic, Di. Honestly, don’t you think us working on getting you healthy is a better option?”
With her anguish reduced to a light sob, she eyed her husband cautiously. “Maybe.” She hated her sulky-teenager voice, but it had a tendency to come out to play at times like these.
“Right. No backing out. Now, let me grab a pen and paper.”
They sat at the kitchen table, working out some easy to cook meals that Diane liked. They even worked regular snacks into her schedule. Her exercise could begin with walking a couple of times a day. It all felt do-able, which both surprised and frightened her. Surely, it couldn’t be this easy? Healthy eating was supposed to be a life life-sucking misery, right?
By the end of the first week, she stepped onto the scales and closed her eyes. Opening them one at a time, she stole a quick glance at the numbers. But, no. That can’t be right. Taking a longer look, she squealed with delight. “Five pounds!” she shouted. “Five freakin’ pounds!”
When Nick rushed into the bathroom, she was mid-victory dance. “What’s going on?” His brow wrinkled.
Diane grinned and grabbed his face. “Nothing’s wrong, Nicholas. I’ve lost five pounds this week. Five pounds. Can you believe it? Five pounds!” She took his hands in hers and forced him to join her in the dance. “I can so do this, you know.”
A broad smile covered Nick’s face, and he nodded. “I know. I always did, if you recall.”
“Yeah yeah. Always the clever one. Come on. Let’s make smoothies for breakfast. I’m thinking blueberry, raspberry, strawberry and banana. Full of health. In fact, you could say very highly salubrious.”
She watched her husband’s right eyebrow arch in astonishment and laughed. “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’re not the only one who knows big words.”
“I never thought I was, honey,” he said as they spun around, traversing the bathroom together.
She paused; leaning in close. “I did use it right, didn’t I?”
Salubrious – Favourable to promoting health; healthful