What Happens When A Southern-Fried Mesomorph Marries A Low-Carb Endomorph? Part 2 of 2

Bodytypes of Men: Ectomorph, Mesomorph, and Endomorph

The complexity is only highlighted, as one understands… 

Over a decade ago, a team of doctors gave me a diagnosis of Fibromyalgia, Arthritis, and Borderline Lupus. The crippling came on overnight. I could barely function.  In a flash, everything changed for me. Exercise became increasingly painful and avoided. Sleep did not refresh me when my pain eased enough to drift. My mind felt as if it was constantly in a fog and I could not recall common vocabulary mid-sentence. Dieting seemed useless, as I tortured myself only to find the scale would not budge. 

As I began to eat low-glycemic index foods, keeping my sugars to a minimum, I saw the scale move in my favor. It was extremely slow. If I dropped more carbs and stuck with healthy protein choices, my fat melted away. My fatigue and pain would lessen and I could increase exercise. I began supplementing with magnesium and found my Fibromyalgia pain was controllable. 

Sticking to this “healthy” plan came in waves. When my husband worked out-of-town, I always lost a good chunk of fat. When he returned, my weight also returned home. My husband believes I am sneaking abundant food behind his back once he gets home. He does not grasp my struggle. Nor do many of my friends. My well-intentioned friends who insist if I attended Weight Watchers I would lose the weight. They cannot believe I have stuck to the Weight Watchers diet in the past several times and still felt horrible and did not lose weight. I despair that some of those closest to me, who do not live in my shoes, doubt this is true. 

Thus, I am on the horns of a dilemma. It may seem impossible to solve. I cannot rid my home of junk food to make eating healthy easier. I envy women who have husbands who allow them to toss the junk food out and cook healthy. I resent their advice to do the same, when it is not an option. 

I must cook refined foods for my husband or it puts a horrible strain on my marriage and the family unit. My choice is to keep peace with my husband by preparing killer foods, which leaves me fat and miserable, or to split from my husband in order to feel alive and be healthy. However, as logic would have it, there are usually more than the two obvious options. Brainstorming is opening new doors or modifying the existing ones. 

The truth be told, I hate who I have become. This is influencing every area of my life. My health has deteriorated over the last decade since my diagnosis, with major emphasis on the last two years. I am at the crossroads. The paths lead to life or death.

What Happens When A Southern-Fried Mesomorph Marries A Low-Carb Endomorph? Part 1 of 2

Body Types of Women: Mesomorph, Endomorph, and Ectomorph

And the answer is…conflict! My husband is that Southern Fried Mesomorph who lives to eat every refined carb deep-fried or smothered in sugar and has chosen me as his personal chef. I am the Endomorph who cannot eat refined carbs or deep-fried foods without getting extreme fatigue, abdomen cramping, and gaining massive fat stores. 

Sure, I prefer the taste of the “junk food,” but I simply cannot function when I partake of it. Since I was a teen, I had to eat and drink “diet” foods and go running daily to fit into a size 7. Fortunately, my husband, nor our children are overweight.

 Body types translate into all sorts of health language. One commonly discussed typing is that of the Ectomorph, Mesomorph, and Endomorph. It is the genetic shape of each person. 

Ectomorphs are the naturally thin people. They tend to be very lean with fast metabolisms. Even when an Ectomorph gains weight, they can lose quickly and return to their former lanky build. 

Mesomorphs are the people with athletic physiques. They tend to have good metabolisms and build muscle. When they overeat and pad their muscles with fat, they can regain their athletic shape by increasing their exercise and cutting calories with reasonable effort. 

Endomorphs are people given to round, padded shapes. They tend to carry fat easily and slowly metabolize. Most have issues with insulin resistance early on in life and given the western diet of refined carbohydrates, they blow up quickly. When they eat the typical low-calorie, low-fat, high carb diet, they do not lose much weight. 

What my husband fails to comprehend is the reason I had a defined shape when he met me was that I consumed low, unrefined carbs and exercised twice a day, alternating between aerobics/running and weight lifting. I have no other option. I could either contemplate how unfair life is and be miserably fat or make the best of my genes and live life to the fullest. 

In our home, my husband requires me to do all the cooking and becomes highly agitated when I do not serve him his preferred foods. Often we cannot afford both his junk food and my need for unrefined foods. When we can, I still struggle with having to prepare a couple of meals a day and dessert for my family and yet not being permitted to enjoy it. The aroma, textures, and colors beckon me. Temptation seduces me, to which I often succumb. 

My husband has quipped at me that if I cut back my portions and exercise more it would not be a problem. His lack of comprehension only embitters me if dwell on it, thus I shake off the viper and continue with a smile. My smile vanishes when I look in the mirror and see the reality of consuming the foods I must prepare. 

The complexity is only highlighted, as one understands…(continued in Part 2 of 2).