I’ve been battling some weight issues for the past couple of years. On my wedding day, I was 201 pounds, which to this day makes me sad. I look at some of my pictures and I don’t like them because I’m the biggest I’ve ever been. When I posted the pictures on my Facebook, one of my former classmates asked if I was expecting. Embarrassing! But since then, I’ve lost 25 pounds, and I’m so proud of myself.

One of the biggest obstacles when it came to losing the weight was eating better. I knew my eating was awful. There was nothing clean about my eating. Hubby and I are self proclaimed foodies. We rely on Yelp to tell us where the delicious foods are within driving distance, and we ordered pizza faithfully when we lived together. Our diet heavily consisted of all the wrong things: burgers, pizzas, french fries, cookies, ice cream, soda, and more unhealthy things. Whenever I would say “I’m going to eat healthy” it’d be rough because hubby didn’t want to. I’d be cooking for myself, and he’d get the bad food that smelled so good. I’d eventually cave in.

That’s one of the pros I’ve seen about us living apart. I don’t always have to succumb to the peer pressure of eating all the wrong things. When we’re together, sure, sometimes we pig out. On Sunday, we got In N Out and went right to sleep afterwards. But when I’m at home, I can cook what I want/need to eat and not have as much pressure to eat bad things. I can cook my salmon fillets. I’m fine with eating my mixed veggies. Water is the way to go, and oh yeah, I’m definitely not going to miss my run days.

Today, hubby told me it was his last day pigging out. He said he couldn’t fit his clothes. His weight has fluctuated since we’ve been together. When we first met, he was about 220 pounds at 6’2. When he started working 12 hour shifts and was constantly on his feet, he quickly dropped down to 170. But since being laid off, eating habits have continued and he hasn’t gotten the activity he used to get, so his weight has crept back up. I, honestly, like a little more weight on him. When he was 170 he looked sick haha. But I know how it feels to not be comfortable in your body, so I support him.

So he said that he’d work out with me. I could’ve jumped for joy! We’re going to run, bike, and do P90X together. Also, we’re going to have to reevaluate our menu choices. We can still be foodies, but in a healthier manner, cooking the right things. Chicken is his favorite thing to eat, and there’s so many different ways to cook it, we can probably never get tired of it. Experimenting with different seasonings and side dishes. I’m just happy he’s open to getting healthier with me.

What are some healthy dishes that you and your family love to cook? Have any awesome recipes?