My wife has been away for some time now - she's just in a different country driven by circumstances. In case she or friends are reading, we are doing very well, thank you! As I am sure most of you in my circumstance have experienced before, it's not very easy after the first two weeks once you have been married for a considerable length of time.
The first seven days feels like back to bachelorhood and the possibilities are fairly endless, "Yay! I can do all those things that I did 4 years and some months ago." The second week carries some of the inertia of the previous week but the illusion sublimates after the first few conversations on a Monday morning. After that it just gets sad. For the most of us at least! Some people will tell you that they do actually have a lot of fun - Asian massages, Vegas trips and drunken binges, but I guess I am quite the bit domesticated I feared.
Before I went all bachelor on myself, I was on a diet and in the gym every evening. And that completely disappeared in record time after my wife left. Cooking tasty low calorie food to satisfy an appetite is an unbelievably daunting task given the quantum of food I consume. Given the ages of overeating, I was not very good at three bite sized meals that passed for meals. And just when you think that you had mustered what it takes in terms of motivation and drive to be able to cover the high ground to make yourself a very difficult meal (high volume and low calorie) after a day on a lot of encouragement, canned soup and a banana, you realize that it take a whole new level of initiative to do it all for yourself. And after the first really cheesy pizza I excused myself to eat, my resolve to lose weight and live longer went for a toss. I was back in a moment to eating slippery fatty food.
Every friday evening, I work out an elaborate plan to go pubbing after a light dinner. It is surprising how much certainty and surety is involved in what I finally do afterwards. Have a fully easy to cook high calorie dinner, have some Walmart wine and watch TV till late night. And almost with regularity sleep well into Saturday. And, I hate Saturday pubbing alone because, frankly, paying entry for one person is ridiculously expensive. When my wife is around, it makes sense for two people with ladies entry free - who says it's a man's world! And predictably I end up with pizza or when I am very depressed, chinese food and TV series of unknown origin.
Every now and then, I will cook myself a feast. And then, by the time I get to the end of cooking a 3 course meal, I have no appetite to eat any of it. So I will probably have a cup of coffee and get back to some really unattractive and boring work before I go to sleep. And the next day I will have the same food reheated.
And two months into this rather depressing period of my life, I am convinced of the fact that being married is a habit and a very addictive one at that. And there is no getting away from it. I have tried planning every alternative and even drove 200 miles to the state border to indulge in photography. Two photographs and I was bored of it too. What can I say, I guess since marriage makes me tough to stay away, I am happily married.
The first seven days feels like back to bachelorhood and the possibilities are fairly endless, "Yay! I can do all those things that I did 4 years and some months ago." The second week carries some of the inertia of the previous week but the illusion sublimates after the first few conversations on a Monday morning. After that it just gets sad. For the most of us at least! Some people will tell you that they do actually have a lot of fun - Asian massages, Vegas trips and drunken binges, but I guess I am quite the bit domesticated I feared.
Before I went all bachelor on myself, I was on a diet and in the gym every evening. And that completely disappeared in record time after my wife left. Cooking tasty low calorie food to satisfy an appetite is an unbelievably daunting task given the quantum of food I consume. Given the ages of overeating, I was not very good at three bite sized meals that passed for meals. And just when you think that you had mustered what it takes in terms of motivation and drive to be able to cover the high ground to make yourself a very difficult meal (high volume and low calorie) after a day on a lot of encouragement, canned soup and a banana, you realize that it take a whole new level of initiative to do it all for yourself. And after the first really cheesy pizza I excused myself to eat, my resolve to lose weight and live longer went for a toss. I was back in a moment to eating slippery fatty food.
Every friday evening, I work out an elaborate plan to go pubbing after a light dinner. It is surprising how much certainty and surety is involved in what I finally do afterwards. Have a fully easy to cook high calorie dinner, have some Walmart wine and watch TV till late night. And almost with regularity sleep well into Saturday. And, I hate Saturday pubbing alone because, frankly, paying entry for one person is ridiculously expensive. When my wife is around, it makes sense for two people with ladies entry free - who says it's a man's world! And predictably I end up with pizza or when I am very depressed, chinese food and TV series of unknown origin.
Every now and then, I will cook myself a feast. And then, by the time I get to the end of cooking a 3 course meal, I have no appetite to eat any of it. So I will probably have a cup of coffee and get back to some really unattractive and boring work before I go to sleep. And the next day I will have the same food reheated.
And two months into this rather depressing period of my life, I am convinced of the fact that being married is a habit and a very addictive one at that. And there is no getting away from it. I have tried planning every alternative and even drove 200 miles to the state border to indulge in photography. Two photographs and I was bored of it too. What can I say, I guess since marriage makes me tough to stay away, I am happily married.
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