DH has put on a lot of weight over the last few years. He was about a 36 waist when we met-he now just about squeezes into a 42, but they are straining and his stomach is hanging over the top of it. None of his clothes fit, he doesn’t wear clothes I buy (I’ve always bought him clothes and returned stuff he doesn’t like as he hates clothes shopping as he thinks he looks crap) and he looks pretty awful. He has a couple of pairs of jeans-neither of which fit-they just slide down so are handing around his thighs with his stomach, pants and arse clearly visible to everyone. His tops aren’t long enough but when I say anything, he says he doesn’t need new clothes, just to lose weight. He lives in a black hoodie which is horrible. I have posted about this before-from an asking for clothing suggestions point of view if this sounds familiar to anyone.
I cook healthily, suggest we go out and do stuff, have done slimming world (he won’t go but says he’ll eat what I do, but then doesn’t). So he eats loads of cereal and toast, eats too fast, fries with loads of oil, eats big portions, doesn’t drink enough water, stays up too late and eats. I think he’s probably depressed and comfort eats as well.
I try to be positive and supportive but actually, it’s gone on years now and I’m actually finding myself being embarrassed by him (I see other people laugh and flinch/look away when his gut is hanging out underneath his t-shirt). I avoid introducing him to colleagues or going to parents evening with him. I hate feeling like this and am sure people will reply telling me I’m a cow.
I have approached it from a exercise/healthy eating point of view, I have approached it from a clothing point of view, I’ve approached it from a health point of view-a fair few people we know have had heart attacks recently-including his brother who actually died from his a couple of years ago, but that is having no impact and is probably making him more depressed.
What is really affecting me now is our sex life. He is so big (which seems to make him lazy) which means if we have sex, it usually ends up with him lying there whilst I’m bouncing around on top. This has never been my favourite position-though happy to go 50/50 but I’ve now got a dodgy knee and this kills for a few days afterwards. If I don’t do this, I end up doing other ‘stuff’ to him as if he goes on top (which I used to like), his stomach is so big a-it squashes me so I can’t breathe and b-is so big that he can barely get inside me so it’s deeply (or rather shallowly-sorry
) unsatisfying. It makes me not want to have sex, which probably makes him feel shit, me feel shit and the whole things spirals and gets worse.
Here’s my problem though-nothing else I’ve tried has worked, do I just put up with a partner who is eating himself into an early grave like his brother? He doesn’t see that him eating and eating has an impact on me. I want him to lose weight so we can have a good and fulfilling sex life-seeing him eating rounds and rounds of toast is making me depressed and utterly turned off. He’s getting bigger and bigger.
How can I say this though without sounding like a bitch-which you no doubt will think I am being? Basically, I’m saying -‘lose weight as you’re not up to it in bed’.
I am well aware that if this was a man posting about his overweight wife, he’d get his arse handed to him on a plate, but actually-I’m the one who has had several of his babies, breastfed his babies etc etc and still managed to be a normal weight-his weight gain isn’t down to pregnancy, childbirth or child rearing, it’s down to nothing but overeating.
I am jealous of people with husbands of a normal weight. We watched a program on Henry Viii last week and I felt like Catherine Parr (not quite young enough for Katherine Howard!) having to sleep with this morbidly obese old man and it hit home to me in a silly way. I actually can’t put up with this any more.
How the hell do I phrase this without destroying him? Or can’t it be done?